Viktor stated something strange to Elann, that 20 was young for her people. It was easy to see that 20 could have been a long life for a Kelvic; dependent on the type. Giving him a nod, she added a smile to it as well. In most of the women of Syliras' mind, twenty was a young age, but in her tribe, twenty was a year beyond what would be considered late youth. Nineteen was the oldest one would be betrothed to, let alone married, and it was her father's plan to marry her off at age 19. That did not work out.

In her eyes, she was fairly old, and likely had expressed as much to Noah at a time or to Aimee through her journals. Anything past twenty was supposed to be for raising children, and generally the women would stop being viable for childbirth around age 25 due to the lacking nutrition. In part, it was why Elann was as passionate as she was with Noah; she felt she was losing her chances to be a mother of her own child.

As the attention focused back upon them, Elann shook her head in answer.

"No, I don't oppose. I would love to go shopping with you. I can't wait to see more of the city."

While it was well known that Elann would have an issue with her new parents spending money on her, she also knew it was a matter of honor for them to treat them in this instance. She submitted. Flashing a kind smile to Viktor and Bella, she continued to eat slowly. It was entirely likely everyone would be on their seconds or thirds by the time she was finished with her plate.

"Your must work quite hard. I saw you when you arrived," she stated toward Viktor, recalling him sweating. "What do you do right now?"