The short trip to and from the front of the house was done with relative ease and haste. Aimee wanted to clean up a little more again before they had to set out as a group towards the wharf and so she settled on waiting to take the clothes to the launders. She nodded to the Benshira as she stated she was going to check on Noah, leaving Aimee to put away the rest of the things before heading inside herself, of which the she-wolf didn’t have a problem with. With Elann leaving, she did just that, tidying up the shed and making sure everything was in order before following suit, though Elann was in the house by that time and probably well up the stairs, if not with Noah already.

Elann passed Ryon sitting on the first flight of stairs, all dressed up but casually. It was the first time she had seen him in full garment, properly ready to go on the town. He had yet to put on his shoes though, leaving him barefoot as he sat idly on the steps. He smiled to Elann as she passed, going up the stairs further. If she checked Donavan’s room she’d find it void of Noah’s presence. Instead, she would feel it further up in his old room, where she’d stumble upon him, the door cracked and a gentle breeze flowing out in the small hall of the uppermost floor.

Furthermore, she’d find him perched in the windowsill. He sat in the corner, his back to the side of the frame with one leg draped atop the bottom ledge. His other leg hung out, swinging back and forth as his sights, and mind, were out staring at the city’s skyline. The bell tower rang loudly in the distance, its gongs coming through clearly to denote the eleventh hour of the morning before dying out and letting the city resume its quiet chatter and bustle. Should Elann be perceptive enough she could notice the sealed parchment lying on his desk, the inkwell and the quill sticking out it, along with a few crumpled pieces of discarded parchment as well. The drawings that were once on the desk on the previous evening were gone and perhaps put away in one of the various boxes on top of the dresser.

Elann’s growing presence alerted the Kelvic to her advances, quiet as they may have been, and his head turned to her, greeting her with his eyes. The emotive features were vaguely reminiscent of the sorrow he had once felt but any signs of crying weren’t present, for he hadn’t been crying. The feelings of longing still remained quietly in his being but were nearly banished at her appearance. A soft joy crept into him upon laying his eyes on her and it was clear to her, if no one else, he was glad to see her.

“Hello,” he said in case the silent greeting of his look wasn’t enough.

Noah sat in the open window mostly dressed for the coming day. He wore shorts and a simple but nice shirt in that moment, it was one Elann had created for him a long while ago, one he had hardly worn. His feet were bare and his hair was done in the way he did it; wild curls were tamed and organized, the shelf of them rolling over his forehead in a kempt fringe that gently swayed when the salty wind moved in from the window into the room. All in all, he was casually put together, his fashion akin to what she saw Ryon wearing on the steps leading upwards.

His shirt fluttered briefly as a gust came in just then, as if in another greeting from one of his tertiary languages or perhaps Zulrav himself, though the god’s presence was weak in the region, told as much by the lack of heavy clouds in the sky. “Are you okay?” he asked in vague reference to what sadness she filtered to him a short time ago when she was washing their clothes. He figured she would know what he was referring to and would answer honestly.