Elann was the first to move towards the door, Noah would have sought to close it as well, wishing the same as Elann. He set down the dented marble in his hand as the latch sounded, looking over his shoulder to see where Elann was going afterwards. The chest’s latch sounded soonafter, and after it was opened Elann rummaged through. Finding what she was searching for. The two seemed to swap spots, or atleast Noah was giving up his post by the dresser in favor for Elann to use the standing mirror off to the side. Noah moved to the bed, sitting on the edge of it nearest Elann so he could watch her movements in the mirror. He’d always found her plucking and grooming curious, but something in him did enjoy it, even if it may have been a dull and mundane sight to others. It may have been a boring sight to see for him as well if it wasn’t for Elann being his bondmate.

While she was still shaping her features Noah rose up, moving back over to her. He leaned over on the dresser and looked between her real self and the reflection in the mirror. His head rested in one of his hands while the other began to reach for the loose fabric of Elann’s dress, more notably the skirt, and he just held it between his fingertips as he observed her. Noah let her put away her things without protest, deciding to move back to the bed as she went back to the chest. He figured he would have to change eventually in order to keep up a form of appearance for his family’s dinner celebrating him and Aimee’s return and Elann’s arrival, but right now wasn’t that time, so he sat on the edge of the bed and stripped off his shirt. He left it to rest at the foot of the bed before lying back, his feet still planted on the ground but his back resting on the overly comfortable bed.

One of his hands came to toy with the curls in his head while the other resided over his bare chest, the palm smoothing over the skin of his upper torso and abdomen. He was feeling leagues better than he had in the last few days of travel, his illness getting progressively better so all that remained was residual weakness that struck in weak bouts and his wounds weren’t bothering him, mostly being ignored at this point by him.