Elann nodded. She had seen Noah's sense of the wind, of the rain, and as she very briefly closed her eyes, the image and warmth in her heart of Zulrav showing himself to her sprung to mind. A smile spread and she nodded.

"You certainly won't. He likely knows what the days weather is before the day even rolls around to being day. He is very in-tune with Zulrav."

As Jocelyn spoke Elann obviously answered the simple rhetorical question with a kind vocal chime, but Jocelyn made her curious. She stared at Elann like most of the family members, but it was more like how Noah stared at her; with deep intent. It was a plain gaze, but Elann felt as if all the angles, her eyes, and her other features were taken in, analyzed, and processed in the she-kelvic's steady look. 

"I love sandals. I look forward to it."

The piquing happiness in her husband's bond, and the gaze turned to him made Elann guess that there was more delivered in the look than just was on the surface. She rested her head on her husband and pulled him tightly around the waist, which wasn't very tight at all given the weakness in her clinging grasp, but likely stronger than when he had first met her. The bow was a good strengthener for her, but still, she had no muscle to her body elsewhere.

Elann had made the eggs according to the way the majority of the family would normally have made them and so she hoped they enjoyed them. No shell had fallen in, and no portion was too dry so that it tasted like rubber. Having made the coffee in the same way, it was likely they would all have coffee the way they normally did and not as thick as tar like how she normally drank it. 

"Is your work difficult? I imagine dealing with sailors can be fun and stressful at times."

She had been given a unique perspective on her 3 month journey there to Syliras. While in the hold, sailors did come down occasionally to chat. They were brazen and wild men, without apparent honor, but retaining a fearsome loyalty. She thought them quite curious.