Noah listened as Elann answered him in Fratava. He was used to hearing her accent, having been forced to become acquainted with it the day they met. In Common it had been really thick and it was almost hard to understand her, especially with her limited vocabulary and substitution of words that were often odd in the context she may have been speaking in. Her accent in Fratava was lighter, but the implied emotion of the phrases did a little to bring up her roots. There was a twang in her words but at least she was trying to learn the language he was fluent in.

As he watched her speak he recognized the telltale signs of her sleepiness, the phase where she rocked between wakefulness and dozing. He hummed at her words and nodded to show he had listened and not just stared. Noah drew his legs up onto the bench and crossed them, holding his hands over his shins to drum lightly on the bone. Her question came on the whereabouts of his sister and he shrugged in reply, humming in ignorance.

[i]“Not since this morning,” [/i]he replied in Fratava, keeping the phrase plain and literal in its meaning. [i]“She left the wagon while you were sleeping and said she was going for a walk. That’s all.”[/i]

He bit down on the inside of his bottom lip idly, waiting for what else she had on her waking mind. Noah, himself, had little to say in the matter of propelling the conversation. He was considering taking a nap even though he didn’t feel or appear sleepy. It wasn’t because Elann was awake and he wanted to avoid her, but because there was nothing else to do that particularly interested him. His bondmate was there with her cold hands and feet though, so he stayed awake.