There wasn't much of an outward reaction from Viktor as Elann spoke. All there was was a brief shifting of eyes as he looked to Isabella at his side and then back to Elann as she continued on. He was really giving the Benshira his attention, not taking another bite of his food until she was done entirely. As she ended, he smiled and nodded in understanding.

"I imagine it's quite a lot to take in, given you've lived in tents for most of your life, yeah?" he went, pausing to cut away at his at the filets on his plate. Looking up and back at her, he continued, "You said you were groomed to be a prophetess of Yahal, that you were gifted with visions. Are you blessed by Yahal like Noah is from Zulrav?"

Elann would begin to notice Viktor's eyes weren't the only on her in that moment. Aside from Noah's, of which looked up and about between bites, Ryon's were more intently settled on Elann in preparation for her answer. The other two, the women, Aimee and Isabella, were reserved and quiet, more focused on eating their fill, though their ears were pointed towards the conversations. Aimee's were done so in little effort, and Isabella was mostly listening for her husband's quiet voice and Elann's one in return when it came.

"Say, Elann, how old are you anyway?" Ryon cut in, pointing with his fork at the Benshira across the table from him.