Noah was slowly coming to understand her lack of temperature regulation up here in a climate she wasn’t used to. He knew he probably wouldn’t survive in the deserts of Eyktol, both forms of his were built for the four seasons felt in the north to various degrees. Running hotter than humans as it were, he’d likely overheat without a constant supply of water. These were inferences he was making based off what he’d been educated about Eyktol.

He was a little let down when she withdrew her hands from him, the glimmer of the feeling being felt coming from his end of the bond. The feeling passed as she spoke up though, her words making quizzicality etch across his face. He raised his brow to her, expressing his innocent confusion caused by her choice words.

“I know it’s not our final destination,” he explained to her softly. “I was asking because I wanted to know where you would want to sleep for tonight and tomorrow night. I want to take you to the inn overmorrow. I do want our own place eventually.”

Noah wasn’t sure what made her ask that. They had established plans to buy or build their own home in Zeltiva already, plans he had agreed to and hadn’t changed his mind on despite their bickering and fights during the trip. His feelings on wanting his own space, a space with her, remained prevalent throughout and strongly so.  Her questions didn’t irritate him, they simply took him off guard, hence the minorly defensive way in which he answered her questions, as if seeking to remind her of what they discussed lest she had forgotten or believed his mind had entirely changed.

As it were, he wasn’t allowed to dwell on thoughts. Noah didn’t rise with her, residing in the tub a second or more longer. He watched her start getting out of the tub. His gaze was intent enough to notice her leg buckle and her entire body shift slightly. The water seemingly thrashed as he nearly leapt to prevent her from falling and hurting herself. Her fright and brief panic threw him into quick action she may not have expected. He was standing fully with wide eyes as she recovered and got out the rest of the way. The burst of adrenaline in him died away slowly and brought forth the ache of disturbing his still vaguely recovering wounds. It was minimal in his opinion, simply causing him to rotate his shoulders before moving towards the back of the tub and coming down the steps he wished she would have taken.

Noah took her into the hug she sought after to quell her embarrassment. It was brief as he left her to grab the three towels she requested him to get an hour earlier. He unraveled one of them and threw it over his shoulder before extending the other one out for her to take. After she took the towel he doubled back and grabbed her nightgown, holding it out for her to take in exchange for the towel she was drying with.