Their last fight had erupted because of Noah's decision to play the injured when she had stated something he didn't enjoy hearing in misunderstanding. Her request of him after apologizing was to think better of her and to ask clarification. His confusion lingered but no question came. Elann wasn't particularly interested in having a discussion about it anyways. While he had apologized for his words, they still stung, and it reminded her that if it was a subject he didn't understand, he didn't want to speak with her about it. She had finished pressuring him into being something he wasn't, so she had just let it drop and was going to enjoy the viewing of the room with him in delight, and if he wanted clarification on her emotions at any moment, he could always ask she figured.

As it was, in the home of the Amuel family, Elann had no idea how nice it was compared to others. She was enjoying it thus far and despite her cool feet, she was fairly warm. Her hand ran across the wall softly as she felt out its material and as he offered her a hand, she dusted it off and gave it to him to take. She appreciated the gesture, and with love, she climbed the stairs slowly with him. As he left her in the stairwell, she looked around her and tried to reach for the ceiling, but couldn't quite make it. She almost lost her balance then but caught herself; not before a bit of fright came through their bond though. 

Elann settled her nerves from the fall and just awaited him to come back up. It was cold up in the top of the house, colder than Donovan's room, and she held her arms about herself. When his feet and the light came up to greet her, she could see better where she was and followed him closely as he moved into the room.

"Oooo" she sounded in an interesting hum. The light had filled his room now that the candelabra had been ignited and she spun about, her dress flaring a little as she took it all in in a hasty glance about. She then moved over to his little bed and smiled, watching as he opened the window. She already knew that he had spent hours looking out that window.

Her eyes then went to the roof, which was much lower and she reached up to touch it, succeeding in the new instance before she headed over to his dresser. He busied himself with the desk while she perused his things. Bits and bobs were here and there, and lightly she touched them, though didn't open anything to invade into his privacy. When she was satisfied there, she moved over to his desk and did the same to his drawings, slowly looking at each one to appreciate its partial beauty, and ultimately seemed almost to dance over to the lute, picked it up and began lightly plucking at the strings. So light were her pickings, only Aimee would be able to hear them in the room. Elann knew nothing about musical instruments like the lute and yet she saw it as a beautiful thing; even if it was huge in her hands.