The wonders of being male and not liking clothes in the first place meant the little he did manage to put on, as to not offend anyone, came off much faster than any dress or tights another may have worn. She could tell he wasn't well versed in the different styles of clothing on their wedding day, how he struggled to rid himself of the clothes she thought him so handsome in. They were suffocating to him and he was glad to be rid of them again, and would have been glad whether or not he was going to bed Elann that afternoon or not. 

He laid himself down and pulled the blankets over his body. He initially lay on his side in order to view Elann in the dim light as she disrobed. He was waiting rather patiently for her to come to the little pallet on the floor of the wagon. When she did lie down, he turned onto his stomach and clutched his pillow beneath his head with one arm, the other lax and stretched out into the small space between them.

Noah didn't want to touch her for fear of crossing a boundary she may have put up due to the residual unease. He shoved it out of his mind though, closing his eyes to embrace the tiredness in her in order for him to fall asleep in kind. He wasn't going to pester her unless she did so to him. He figured she was going to just go to sleep, perhaps wanting to get through the day in order to see what he had in store for her later that night.