The Benshira would find no lack of warmth in the Amuel Household. All members ran at a high temperature, and there surrounded by four hot blooded Kelvics would eventually get to Elann’s easily chilled bones. When she backed up, returning to Noah, he put his hand on the small of her back, resting it idly as his eyes went about his home’s hall, taking in things that may have changed while he was away. Most of all, he was keeping himself keen on Ryon’s movements pertaining to his wife, the sense of territorial protectiveness instilled in him in that moment because Elann was all he could call his for a while.

“She’s talked about your personality, your kind and charitableness, and she’s talked about your looks, how you worship Yahal and are from Eyktol, only just coming to Syliras last summer and now you’re here,” he answered in kind. “Though, I don’t know why you wouldn’t come to Zeltiva earlier.” He showed her a smile to communicate he was joking.

Isabella tore away from the group as the laborers’ boots sounded on the floor again, this time carrying Elann and Noah’s trunk. She waved them to follow her, taking to the stairs on the far side of the room and going up them to disappear with the trunk carriers.

“I’m glad you’re finally here,” Ryon said, turning towards one of the archways opening up into the hall. “Momma said she wasn’t making dinner until you all came, so now that you’re here we can finally eat.”

“And here I was thinking you’d say something endearing,” Aimee piped up, trailing away from Noah towards the stairs as well. “I’m going to change before they bring my trunk in. Noah, why don’t you show Elann to Donavan’s room?” She didn’t wait for an answer, the question being mostly rhetorical but asked expectantly.

Noah ended up nodding anyway, reaching for Elann’s hand in order to take her towards the stairs everyone was going up. Aimee had run up them, hiking her dress up before her bare feet sounded on the wooden floor above, eventually fading away entirely. Noah led Elann up the stairs carefully. While the second floor was darker, candles were still lit and held in holders mounted into the walls. Many of the doors were closed, but each closed door was a room belonging to one of the siblings. As they rounded the stairs, Noah nodded to the second staircase above their heads. 

“My old room is up there,” he told her, continuing on down the hall until he got to his older brother’s open bedroom door.

The laborers were setting down him and Elann’s trunk off to the side. The interior was lit by a lantern sitting atop a dresser and a multi-faceted candelabra sitting in the corner of the room. Other than the dresser, there was a wardrobe, a desk and chair, two nightstands on either side of the freshly made bed. Each piece of furniture was simple yet well-made and maintained. Noah stepped inside then moved to the side of the doorway in order to make way for the laborers as they went to leave. Isabella remained inside, smoothing over the bedlinens with her palms.