Looking into the bond, Elann would discern a mixture of emotional downness and physical tiredness, weakness in Noah, something brought up from still fighting off his sickness yet going through the transitioning to being at home again. Mostly, he was just tired and would’ve been asleep in Donavan’s bed already if Elann didn’t say she wanted to see his room. It wasn’t a bother to show her, for he wanted to, but it just delayed his brief pre-supper nap. Eventually she’d feel their bond fade to little more than the buzz denoting that he was asleep, falling that way soon after his head hit the pillow.

Ryon doubled back to the oven, sticking the paddle in again to pull out the loaf of bread, putting it on the same rack with the pie. He did it while he listened to Elann, finding it interesting she was wanting to start a business potentially. He leaned the paddle back against the oven and moved over to the pot again, partly because of Elann’s reminding. He hadn’t forgotten but didn’t keep track of just how long it had been since he last stirred it. He took up the spoon and dipped it in, slowly cranking his arm around and around, his ears perking to Elann’s question.

“I’m finishing up an apprenticeship with the local blacksmith. This is my last year, a few months before I’m done and can work full time. I get about half the day’s pay. I do that in the day and I’ll go help out in the tavern at night to bartend from time to time, usually it’s when Josie just wants a break, which is hardly ever,” he told her. “You’d think she was a horse, how much she works.” He laughed at his joke, unsure if it was lost to Elann or not seeing as his back was to her.

Ryon tapped the spoon off to the side of the pot and set it down on the counter, doubling back to the oven in order to grab the poker off to the side. He squatted down and opened the door to the oven’s fire, poking and spreading out the logs so that it would begin to cool down. He rose and started to prepare the coffee next. From the archway came Isabella running a hand through her hair as she shuffled back towards the hearth and oven and Ryon. She surveyed the pie briefly to make sure they were satisfactory before taking up post at the pot, Ryon moving aside naturally.

“I’m glad everything’s about done,” Isabella commented, gesturing vaguely towards the pie and loaf of bread. “Ryon, could you move this for me?” she asked, tapping the pot with the spoon before she moved towards the smoothed out stone water basin and dropped the spoon in some of the gathered water. She turned to face Elann, smiling briefly then nodded towards the girl. “I like your earrings, dear. You really got prettied up for this get together.”

Going to the hutch, Isabella started to gather plates and cups, moving to set the table rather quickly. She’d deny any help Elann may have had to offer, saying that the Benshira was a guest and not in charge of supper on this night, therefore she didn’t have to lift a finger. After doubling back a few times the table had been set, cloth napkins spread out at each seat with saucers and bowls on the side. Utensils had been put in their proper places, as did a ladle and cutting knife for the bread and pie.