It seemed that the god said something to Noah, though it was not translated to her. She continued to shiver at the cold of the night, let alone at the cold of the wind. Fortunately she hadn't died yet from the cold or sickness that came with it, but standing in the torrent of wind certainly didn't help. Ultimately the winds died down and she was very thankful, yet still appreciated them and for the sake of worshiping Zulrav. 

Her husband then raised her hands and kissed them. What was more appreciated than the kiss, was the warmth of his breath on them afterwards. 

"It's fine. Thank you for that."

While she was thankful, it only made her long for the day when he saw her God in the same light and consideration, but given him and zulrav's personality, that was never to happen. Elann couldn't hear Aimee approach, and in the darkness and torrent, assumed she hadn't left their side.

As Aimee brushed up around her, Elann's hand closest to her wrapped body would come down and scritch down her back, unable to see any indicators of what she wanted in the darkness. 

It was a sharp contrast between what her God had said when he had come to her and how overjoyed he was to be with her, and Noah's God who didn't seem to give a care about her and was only there because of Noah. 

"Well, that was illuminating. I'm sure there..." she paused, "I'm sure there are some people awake now from that."

She shivered again, clacking her jaw as she pulled her cloak about herself with her free hand, awaiting to see if anything else was expected of her that evening.