As much as Noah tried to understand what Elann wanted from him, there were many things he knew he was missing entirely. The grey shades of her emotions and how absolutes weren’t dealt with easily frustrated him, as someone who was used to the facts of life. He wasn’t ignorant to his failings, especially now that Elann said that he only sometimes did what she wanted from him. He appreciated she plainly said what she wanted him to do, though the convolution was still there. She confessed she couldn’t explain it any better, that it was best that he observe the world around him in order to get what she was trying to say. As she said, there were parts of her that he found attractive, he just didn’t react in the way that would communicate as much through feeling instead of words and actions unique to him.

“A little,” he said, trailing off.

Noah attempted to find the quietness of his mind again, taking a deep breath. It had been effectively disturbed by the brief conversation they had, one he felt was ending now for he didn’t have anything else to say on the matter. He allowed his mood to be mellowed by the touch him and Elann were sharing. Though the mood had been settled, his thoughts and feelings were graced with a tinge of somberness that remained throughout. The Kelvic sought to distract himself, bringing his hands out of the water to gingerly dab on the surface and watch the ripples as they drifted out, eventually dying.

The distraction was short lived as he brought his attention back to Elann, wrapping his arms around her in full and feeling her skin with his palms. Again, Noah kissed her on the temple before settling back, letting the back of his head rest against the edge of the basin in silence.