Noah’s gaze on her lingered after her answer. He searched her eyes and features for a moment before turning back to the spread of gold before him. “It would have looked nice on you,” he commented simply before putting the earrings on and tugging on them. He felt Elann drift away from him to what he thought was the door, her voice chirping up to say the smells wafting up from downstairs smelled good. He hummed in agreement.

Feeling as if she wanted to go back downstairs Noah started to gather up the jewelry and put it back into the case, closing it and then rubbing his hand over the translucent top to rid it of any accumulated dust, of which was little. With the rings on his hands and the earrings in his ears he rose from the desk a second time and went to put the case away, setting it in the drawer and piling old clothes on top of it. He looked on top of the dresser and adjusted a few of the boxes and small chests there so they were relatively straight in his opinion before then walking towards the window. He undrew the curtains and straightened them out as they draped to the floor before turning to face the candelabra, blowing it out and letting darkness retake the room. He took the candle from the desk into his hand and went towards the door, nodding for Elann to go out if she hadn’t already. He followed suit, dragging the door to a close behind him until it snuggly fit against its frame.

Noah led her back to the stairs quietly, holding his hand out for her to take before descending. Once on the second floor, he set the candle he took back into its original holder mounted to the hall wall. The smell of what was cooking downstairs was stronger here and grew more so as he led her down to the first floor after returning to Donavan’s room in order to put his shirt back on. The smells of cooking and talking were heard, though it was only the voices of Isabella and Ryon, seemingly no one else was to be found in the hall. Noah led Elann towards one of the archways opening up into the hall. The dining room and kitchen were pressed up into one large room.

Ryon was reaching into a cupboard when the couple rounded the corner, his head turning to face the two of them before he handed off a spice to Isabella, who was stirring away at a pot.

"Hello again," Ryon greeted with a slight wave of his hand, looking between the two of them. Like Noah, Ryon wore simple shorts and a worn out shirt.