“Okay,” he said quietly, nodding a little in understanding at her statements, not the question.

He trusted the two of them would figure something out, like they had said to one another before leaving Syliras. It really didn't matter what awaited them in Zeltiva, whether it would be a peaceful and easy settling or if it would be complicated and filled with pitfalls, they'd figure it out. So far they had persevered through a great deal, though each pitfall beforehand was on an individual level, one person helping out the other. The trip so far had been a trial of their relationship, it straining and waning until reparation. They had yet to face something that pit them both against an outside force rather than the two of them going against one another.

Plainly speaking, he wanted some form of abstract plan for them when they arrived in Zeltiva. If it was just him, he would go with the flow and take on whatever would come. Since he was with her however, he wanted to make the transition as seamless as possible for her, knowing it wouldn't be too bumpy for him since it was his hometown. He doubted it could change so much in three or four years' time. Elann coming into his life had made him begin to think farther ahead and in the long term when it came to his life, mostly because it was shared. Before her, the most long term thinking he did was when it pertained to his territory in the Bronze Woods and hunting.

“Donavan's room is bigger than mine,” he confirmed. “I think we should stay there for a few days, then I can take you to the inn by the old mine and we can be by ourselves for a little while. I think we should stay in my family's home for a few days just so you can meet everyone.”

While Noah was still unsure how Elann would be received, he wanted her to be a part of his family. For that to happen she had to meet everyone and be accepted by his father. He didn't believe his father would have a hard time accepting Elann, especially since his mother had already come to like the Benshira. The family was often regarded as the pack, his mother and father being the alphas. His father was much more menacing than his mother but his mother was more than boss than his father. His mother made the rules, his father enforced them for the most part.

“I don't think I can fit in my bed anymore,” he said, laughing lightly. “Let alone both of us. Don had a larger bed before I left, and a larger room. It should be okay for a few days.”