Giving a little nod, Elann looked down at him and pulled her hair to one side, revealing the golden earing to her husband more prominently. Perhaps it was a trick she had learned to his mind, perhaps it was manipulation, but she knew his desire for shiny things, and there upon her bare neck was her golden mangalasutra and the shimmering golden feather. Her eyes were darkened by the dim light, but still seemed to have some form of radiance far more than other people's eyes would, and her voice was of a soothing nature.

"Alright, but please, let her know soon in whatever way you want. I don't like secrets. Maybe your sister will mention something, but I swear, I won't."

He played at the fabric of her dress, along her sides and back, seemingly exploring her body along with her dress. She naturally was attracted to him with his shirt off, and while she hadn't expressed as much verbally, she had written down some of what it did to her, and particularly now that he had his scars. Her culture was always in focus on the manliness of the men, and the scars and toil he had gone through and come out with seemed to make him more of a man in her eyes. It was to a benefit in her view.

Elann viewed as his hands came to her front in their exploration and she smirked at his titling her as small. She knew he didn't mean it in a negative light, but she had heard such titling as negative before in her life, and thus seemed to be hiding behind a wall in part.

"Small?" she whispered back in Fravata. "Do you like that I'm small?" If he answered, she would follow up by asking him why he liked her small. If he didn't seem to be showing any enjoyment in her thin form, she wouldn't bother to ask him, especially if he was merely making an observance, but if she felt he was genuinely enjoying her, she would ask.