The nod was enough for Noah. He took it as a true affirmation of her being warm again, or at least comfortable. With her head laying on his shoulder, he closed his eyes and tried to slip away again. Not necessarily to escape the moment, but to regain any comfort he may have lost when he got out of the tub to fill it. The tub wasn’t as hot as it initially was at the start of their bath but it would do for him, so long as she was comfortable he was fine. Her discomfort would be communicated to him one way or another after all, be it vocally or through their bond. He had wanted to get out of the tub, having told her as much, though she may have been too sleep grogged to comprehend what he said as she woke up. It was fine, he was content with staying in the warm tub a little longer.

He thought she fell back asleep, his mind not looking into their bond to feel the buzz of her thoughtfulness. Elann proved him wrong though, pulling away from him slightly, though her hands remained on him, feeling out his body. He felt as if she was doing something he would do to her, satiating curiosity by feeling up their lover. As she did so, he cracked open his eyes and looked down at her, peering at her through a slitted gaze.

Upon her asking her question Noah straightened up, moving a hand up to push the hair off his forehead and up into a lazy, damp swoop. 

“We can go up to the inn if you want,” he said, leaving it up to her in the end. “I was just going to wait to show you. Tomorrow, we should fill out the rest of the papers Aimee got. I’m sure she forgot about them, wanting to take her bath before us.” He smiled at that but it faded quickly as his mind seemingly transitioned.

“Are you comfortable in my brother’s room?” he asked. “Would you want to sleep in my old room instead?”