Noah appreciated her not prying about what they would be doing. She was right to assume she would get nothing if she did attempt to prod about what they were to be doing later that night. The need to be secretive would be understood by her once they were on their way to where they would need to be that night. All that was happening now was in preparation for tonight, even Noah’s seemingly inanimate way of doing anything. He was preparing himself and the setting for what was to come, going over things in his mind but knew what he imagined may not be the truth of the matter.

“Just the cloak,” he said. “We won’t need anything else, unless you wanted to bring a snack of something.”

He was unsure how long the venture would take. It wouldn’t last well into the morning, to where they would risk being left behind in the caravan. Dinner may not have been enough to sate them from now until then though, but then again both of them could go a while on a big meal.

Noah met her eyes finally, raising his brows slightly in idle expression. His eyes went over her face and took in her dark hair. He took a little breath and licked his lips, wondering what was on her mind pertaining to the event. He didn’t want to ask, for fear it would lead to her bringing up questions he couldn’t and didn’t want to answer.

“Have you thought anymore about Zeltiva?” he asked. “We’re so close now that maybe we should discuss what we’ll do when we get there, at least until we’re settled. What do you think?”

His brows raised again, this time to cement the question, his eyes large and pale in the dim light as they looked to her for an answer.