Elann hadn't watched him draw the figure, nor did she give him corrective comments as he did work. If he had wanted clarification, he could ask; yet he didn't. She ultimately just rest her head in her hands and stared quietly out the back toward the side of the wagon that she sat on. 

Upon him finishing, a weighted breath was heard. She shifted her gaze, rolling her head in her hands so she could see what he was sighing about in his unease that had tapered off. It seemed he was done. She didn't know why he was tearing the paper out of the book though, as most of his drawings were kept within its pages. As he handed it over, it was clear he had begun to draw her among other things amidst the unfinished pages. 

"It's nice, very pretty."

She then handed it back to him to keep, but she was sure it was meant for her to keep. It was awkward, him handing her the art. Was it supposed to be some form of peace gift? Was it because he felt guilty? What was his motivation? Did he just want to draw her a picture? She had no idea. A normal human she could gauge what she knew of them and measure what he likely wanted, but with her husband she had no idea. It could have very well been a symbol of his undying love for her and she was supposed to see that, but as it was, she was handing it back for him to keep safe in his book.

He could see that she wasn't lying, she did find the art very pretty, even though she didn't think it matched with her God. It was no fault of his. She hadn't explained him well enough for Noah to know, and likely it would only be through many questions that he could ever get close to what he looked like exactly.