Noah nodded in approval at her pronunciation of the new word. He was unsure if it was an actual word though; he had made it up himself using the laws of the Fratava language which was quite a literal meaning. He was sure, though, that many other translations for the stormgems could be made depending on who was asked. He was no linguist, just someone fluent enough in his language to be confident in creating new words for it. There was a slight humor in her not being able to pronounce them just right though because of her Benshiran accent. Still, he was approving of how close she got despite the limitation.

It was okay to keep the flap open, and he nodded at her words. She had been sleeping a lot in the past few days while he hadn't. The times she spent sleeping he spent in quiet liveliness. He really wondered quietly about his connection with his deity, a deity who had been all too present in the days following him and Elann's last fight. Zulrav hadn't left the skies, probably keeping a watchful eye over his Stormwarden. Sure, the deity was storms was omnipresent in the skies all over the world, but his presence was too strong for Noah to believe his attention was concentrated elsewhere but here primarily above him. The closeness of his god brought him constantly flowing comfort but he hadn't been to the skies to speak to his god in some time. Whenever he was outside messages came his way, the winds carrying clearer words than he had ever heard Zulrav utter before.

As Elann brushed her hair he looked out of the flap, setting the stormgem on the ground but resting his hand over it so that it didn't roll out of the wagon. He tuned out again as she was quiet, not really propelling the conversation anymore forward than it had went with his nodding. She was by him in the next moment, opening the other side of the flap to allow more air and light into the wagon's belly. Her question came to which he shook his head at.

"Not really," he said. 

Despite Zulrav speaking to him much more than usual He still had not told Noah about the stormgems, leaving them as something to be figured out by the Stormwarden's own wits. Perhaps he wanted his Warden to be passionate about them, something to distract him a little more. Zulrav did not say, so Noah did not know for sure.

"They're still a puzzle," he continued after a short moment.