Noah did not want her to lie about her intentions. As it were it was better for her to be truthful now than to speak falsely. If she did lie, and it was found out later, he would be hurt by it. He still didn’t have it in his being to fight with her, taking whatever hurt she may have inflicted upon him in her explanation in stride. Noah still had it in mind to work off of a clean slate with her since the sensual dark night in the tent a few days ago.

She answered his next question which brought him confliction. He maintained having a hard time understanding one’s devotedness to a deity so much that they were seemingly shaped by them entirely. Elann was the first whom he had met who held any deity in such high regard, looking for laws that would keep her from loving him romantically once she realized she was no longer a Benshira in the eyes of the Benshira.

“I am sorry about that, about making you go against your people,” he said apologetically. Elann’s culture was much richer than his own, his being wafer thin in comparison because it mostly didn’t exist en masse. She knew of the Kelvics and how they failed to congregate in the way Benshira did.

“I…” he said, trailing off. “Nevermind.” He silenced himself further by spooning a portion of the porridge into his mouth. It was void of strong flavors, letting it mostly act as filler for his stomach if nothing else.