Noah returned Elann’s smile softly, a quick flex of his lips to show her words held some weight. He was glad to hear he didn't offend her, though it wasn't the word he was searching for, it was the first one that came to mind. He didn't mean to ruin her intentionally romantic gesture by isolating them from the rest of the caravan, he appreciated it nonetheless. As she knew, he liked his isolation and to be alone, he was never lonely, not with her, not with himself. 

As it were, she persisted with the topic, asking why he felt the need to apologize and what was on his mind. He shrugged. 

“I don't like when people misunderstand Zulrav, so I wasn't sure if you would find it offensive as well,” he said. What he meant was he didn't like when people questioned what they didn't understand about Zulrav. 

“My mind is filled with thoughts on your god, you've answered my questions,” he went. “I'm not sure if I... agree with him, Yahal.”

He looked at her warily again, unsure how she would take the truth of his words. He had shown interest in her god enough to sit through recitations of the Penita scrolls, they helped him deduce if Yahal was a being he could follow in full faithfulness. Ultimately, he didn't feel he could, and he wanted to reveal that to her sooner rather than later. He was not averse to Yahal, he didn't want her to take it that way. It was simple in his mind, but he knew their sights and ways of thinking differed.