It was strange in those moments because when she was unable to see, the lightning gave way to give her enough confidence in walking. She was able to the see the roots of trees to avoid them and even more than that, able to move with more confidence.

While Noah may have been vocally clumsy, Elann was too, however in her writing in her journal that night, she would almost verbatim express what she had experienced in such detail. 

They made their way silently into the meadow there and the winds grew stronger. Immediately Elann shivered to herself and remained quiet trying to pay attention to what the wind was telling her and Noah, what the lightning was saying. As it was, she couldn't discern as well as him the signs, especially since they had made it into the meadow. 

Upon their standing there, he explained more about his God. She had heard something like it from Morian, but Noah's explanation was better. Elann felt like Zulrav was present in every wind being blown, but perhaps that wasn't the case since her husband would say at times that he didn't sense Zulrav there. 

As Noah grasped for her other hand, he would find it wrapped about her, huddled for warmth, though at his request, she would open herself fully to the wind; all for him. It didn't stop her little jaw from shivering, but the disdain she felt when he had first met her for the weather and various elements of it was not there. She had somewhat reversed her position, and while she knew she would die if she had to experience such winds all the days of her life, she respected her husband's god. 

When the thunderclap met her, she couldn't but scream before tucking her lips into her mouth. It was so loud she had not prepared for it. It continued and she grew slightly more used to it as it went. She couldn't tear her eyes from the cloud to view Noah's reactions to the voice, but she could feel him through their bond and in the touching of their hands.

Noah seemed then to translate to her what the God was saying and she felt embarrassed and sad at first, but picked up as he spoke about appreciating her for being a guardian of Noah. She was sure she didn't deserve such honor, though thought it unwise to tell the God he was wrong. With a shivering jaw, she nodded toward the cloud.

"Th..thank you. I'm humbled by your presence and attentions to me."

It didn't particularly feel good to have a god as temperamental as Noah was looking over her, not understanding her, and only loving her because she loved Noah. What would become of her if that ceased to be? Surely she would die.