Noah knew he could shut her out relatively quickly and without a second thought until later. He would managed to keep her out for as long as he wanted, but he saw it was at the detriment of their relationship. Following their argument by the river he had attempted to open up to her again but the mood had been soured by his misunderstanding. 

He survived by distancing himself from what he didn’t understand when they seemed to pose a threat to him and his personal lifestyle. He froze out what he didn’t understand and kept threats at bay if they were deemed as such. He was attempting to thaw for Elann so that this silent spell wouldn’t go on for as long as they had in the past, earlier in the trip.

The presentation of the drawing was a gift for peace, a professing of his unending love. He wanted to draw her a picture too, and he felt guilty. Any assumptions of the action were correct whether she knew it or not. It was rather simple in his mind; a gift to show his love for her to show that he was apologetic without speaking the words.

She spoke in genuine compliment but that was it, ending up gesturing for him to take the picture back. He looked between her and the drawing and closed his book. He didn’t want it back, he wanted her to keep it whether it would be safe in his book or not. It wasn’t about drawing an accurate depiction of Yahal, but showing her he still cared enough to even attempt to draw something she took an interest in. It was a grand gesture on his part, though it may have looked small in her eyes.

“I wanted you to keep it,” he said, taking it from her gently.

He set it atop the book in his lap and pulled himself and his legs into the wagon, grabbing his pencil as he went. He stood up and returned to the depths of the wagon - lest he was stopped - careful not to lose his balance as the floor jarred beneath him. The book and pencil were dropped back into the trunk and it was closed once again.

Noah took to the bed and slid beneath the blankets, figuring he would try to sleep the day away.