Noah wasn't ignorant to how his words made her feel following the fight, he understood he caused her hurt and was apologetic for it. He apologized in his way, not dipping into behavior that would leave her totally alone in the moment if were he were to go away. He knew he didn't need her permission to fly away, before, she had already encouraged him to go away for as far and as long as he wanted in order to completely retake his flight. If he were to do that now, the timing would be destructive, so he stuck around, knowing how much she disliked his fleeing when something wasn't going well for him. That facet of selfishness was pushed aside in consideration for how she felt, as had other things that were seemingly small to her but rather large to him.

In their fight, he wasn't annoyed with her and didn't raise his voice. He was confused and frustrated over the moment, something very large and overarching as religion tended to be a sore topic for him to discuss. He knew he wasn't like many others in that respect: people who worshiped gods and actively sought to be recognized by them in some way shape or form. He truly didn't even understand his own sister's reasons but he could align himself readily to them because they shared blood and because the gods she worshiped had places in the wild; life, death, fate, all of which took a place on all facets of life, regardless of one being animal or human. He didn't agree with Elann that purity and faithfulness had the stances in nature she may have thought they had, seeing as her versions could and had been easily broken by predators and prey animals alike, him included.

Noah was thoughtful enough to sort through his feelings over the little while between their fight and understand what he thought his wrongs were in the fight. As it were though, she wasn't speaking to him and he didn't want to waste breath talking at her with little to nothing in response. Where she may have felt lonely, he knew his own would pass. He spent years enjoying being alone before Elann and Caesarion, and knew that he could do it again if the silent treatment were to continue, he felt she knew that as well. Regardless of how darkened their bond was, he failed to see her in a vile light. Her saying that he thought her a vicious woman was hurtful to him because he could never see her in that way; to him, it was the same as saying she was glad he didn't hit her in their last fight, something he wouldn't do either. Noah, more or less, was at a loss for what to do in order to fix the situation. He had an idea of what he wanted to do. Seeing as his first step was seemingly spurned, he had been disheartened against it.

He still resided by the trunk, staring into it aimlessly as he thought in on himself. He wondered what she thought and wondered if she was angry. In his mind, she had plenty of reasons to be, though it wasn't to say he was particularly caring of them. Many things that he said against her character were truly felt and said with confidence on his part as an avid observer of how she behaved. He thought she was a very selfish person and someone who loathed herself more so than anyone around her. He thought her outwardly shown kindness was because she couldn't show it to herself. It was becoming clear to him that she yearned for his love of her because there were many parts about herself which she didn't like. His opinions of her had changed little; she was still annoying, as was her god, she was still highly frustrating, and still very confusing to him. All that in mind, his love for her failed to diminish regardless of how tensely it was strained.

Noah took a small breath and moved to take off his underwear, sliding them on down and onto the floor before reaching into the trunk for a pair of his discarded shorts. The day outside, though it had waned, still lingered with warmth and the breezes that once ravished the area were letting up in their strength. He knew it wasn't fully healed, the soreness of his wounds mixing with the ache from worked muscles that once lay dormant. He put on the shorts and made his way towards the back of the wagon in order to drop down and start walking. He moved off to the side so he wasn't walking directly in the sight of the flaps, but could still be seen lingering in the area.