Walking outside off to the side of the wagon, but between it and the one behind them, Noah was allowed to think freely without Elann's bodily distractions. It would've been easier to not care about touching her or loving her if they had remained friends, in status of relationship where it was tacitly forbidden for him to touch her in the ways she had shown to him. However, he knew what it felt like to touch her and to be touched by her. The act of their lovemaking itself was missed by him, for the feelings of emotion, and also because of how she explained it to him in order to be done for more than reproductive purposes: there was no better way for two people to be one than to have one another in that way.

The explanation was enough to catch his attention, the act itself through repetition was enough to keep him captivated. He was able to be vulnerable with her and she him, a deep sense of trust linking them and reinforcing the bond immensely. He was able to withstand her overwhelming passions while they were in the flows of their love and he was able to feel emotion in deeper ways than he had ever felt. Lovemaking with Caesarion was not as powerful as it was with Elann, he admitted. He realized sex with Caesarion was lusty and borderline brutish. While it was filled with love like it was when he lay with Elann, he didn't feel as if the love was as deeply enriched as it was with her. What he blamed it on was the fact that him and Caesarion bonded through a lover's throe after meeting one another randomly. Though they stayed together for a time, and though the bond was forged in the fires of lust, it was weak enough to be broken by the Ravokian without an explanation to the Kelvic.

Noah stuffed his hands into his pockets and huffed a breath, feeling longing in his bond for Elann far stronger and deeper than anything he felt when she wasn't immediately before him. He knew he would get excited to see her when they lived separately and had their own lives, and knew that once he was over attempting to loathe her for visiting him during his bout of depression, he was immensely appreciative for her coming over to save him from himself. Despite her annoying behaviors and confusing way of explaining things to him, he couldn't hate her for it. The listing of pros versus cons had been done several times over in his mind but it all boiled down to what meant the most to him versus what was trivial in the grand scheme of their relationship.

He licked his lips, holding his head down as he watched his bare feet go over the downtrodden ground. After a moment of consideration he shifted in his walking and went to return to the entrance of the wagon, watching as Elann was praying. He had been away for only a small amount of time, enough for Elann to get into her prayers. There wasn't a good time in which to stop her, he figured she could pray from sunup to sundown, so he stopped her then, rapping his knuckles on the wooden floor of the wagon before him.

“Elann, love,” he called in order to catch her attention in full.