“Okay,” she said, none the wiser to his internal plight.

That was a good thing, he thought. The conversation would move on and he’d be allowed to keep his feelings where they were now, shoved away into some void he didn’t think he had within him. She sighed in what he believed was relief, probably just as thankful as him that the conversation was done, that he had conceded it and let her take whatever victory she could from, if there was any at all. There was comforting in hearing her sigh, surprisingly enough. If her breath were a wind it would’ve felt cold on his skin, warmed by the sun or not.

Noah smiled weakly at her voicing her love and welcomed her into him, allowing her to take the warmth he produced without fail. The breeze that went over him was warmed by his god’s love and near pity for him. It was sent to comfort him, but Elann felt the warmth of Syna on the wind. Noah knew the true intention and so he was thankful for that as well. His love for Zulrav found new boundaries to soar to and he let them. It was all he needed at the moment, the embrace of Zulrav, because Elann’s touching of him did little to bring the same warmth. Still, he didn’t act like it. He held her in the same way he would’ve if there was never an altercation.

He walked with her for hours, reveling in the fact that was he outside where he could see Zulrav and Zulrav could see him and continue to grace him with breezes of love. When night came, there was nothing extreme on his part. He stayed around the camp, letting Aimee go off by herself in order to hunt her night’s dinner. He ate with Elann as he did for the next three nights. The past days went on without much from him either. He didn’t show much interest in his stormgems, resolving himself to be defeated by them for the moment. In the past few days Elann also taught him about Yahal, but his interest in the god didn’t match hers. He didn’t necessarily give off that he was disinterested either though, absorbing all that Elann was planning to teach him.

Noah was rather consistent in his behavior in the few days that passed as well. He never dulled himself to Elann, but the strength of his emotions didn’t soar to any grand heights either. He didn’t hunt, staying mostly in the form of falseness. He could be comfortable in either form, but the experiences in both were extremely different. The twine connecting him to Elann stayed lax and shimmering whenever looked at by either of them, but it wasn’t afflicted with overwhelming feelings from his part. He was quiet as well, speaking when spoken to or when he needed to talk to someone about something, and the conversations were made brief whenever they were needed. Despite it all, he didn’t treat Elann any differently, showing her the same gestures of love he would otherwise and he was contently doing so. 

For the first day in three he decided to meddle with his stormgems again, only taking the largest of the cluster out to hold in his hand. Below him the wagon’s floor jumbled him around, rocking him back and forth with a sway. His end of the bond was quiet and buzzing with his murmuring life. His was focused on the gem in appearance, but his mind was wandering elsewhere. After a quiet moment he got up and carefully walked towards the edge of the wagon, opening one part of the flap and sitting some small ways from the opening so he could feel the breeze outside.

Aimee was gone again, walking outside of the wagon to feel the breezes in her own way. Over the past few days she had distanced herself a bit from Noah and Elann, speaking more to the people of the caravan since she was tasked with taking care of some of the children at night. In the night she usually didn’t sleep outside of the tent that was Elann and Noah’s, instead choosing to either stay out all night with the wild and sleeping the day away, or sleeping in the wagon.