The conversation was put to an end by Elann repeating her answer. Like her, he left it alone and comforted her from her embarrassment and making sure she didn’t have to risk falling again with her damp feet on the wooden floors of the bathroom. Noah stood close to her regardless though, waiting for her to take her nightgown before he grabbed the remaining towel and went about drying himself off. The fairness of his skin, while still apparent in comparison to hers, was hued by the orange candlelight flickering on the perimeter of the room. He bid the wetness from his glistening and clean skin with the towel before roughly rubbing the top of his head to dry his hair. Afterwards he tended to the frayed strands of hair with his fingers, giving them some order. He tied the towel around his waist in the end.

Though Elann was ready to go, Noah went back towards the tub and stuck his hand down into the depths to unplug the drain and let the water go on out in preparation for the next person that would take a bath. It would be Jocelyn, so he double checked the reservoir and the flame under it. Satisfied, he went about blowing out all but one candle, darkening the room considerably.

“Yeah,” he said quietly, holding the towel’s tucked corner with a hand.

Noah went towards the sliding doors, undoing the latch and then sliding them open and allowing Elann to step out first. He didn’t close the door, letting what steam and scents of their bath spill out into the main hall. The house was quiet at this point. The only light in the main hall was the ongoing and large hearth centered in the back of the house. The kitchen, too, was darkened, a dim light of the dying firelight from the kitchen’s oven  being seen cast on the ground.

Next, Noah went to the hearth and grabbed a lantern that was sitting atop it. He went about lighting it to give them some form of guiding light. As they drifted to the stairs, the lantern in one of his hands, Noah made sure his towel was tucked adequately before extending the free hand for Elann to take as he would guide her up into the equally darkened upper floor. Upstairs, all the bedroom doors had been closed save for Donovan’s, of which candlelight still flickered, casting midnight shadows out into the hall.

In the room, Noah closed the door behind them quietly, shutting them into privacy. He set the lantern in a free spot on the dresser before undoing his towel and hanging it on the bedpost. He left it there for the time being, moving to the standing mirror in order to look at himself. He examined his face and hair, pulled on the corners of his eyes and smoothing out his brows, looking over all parts of his face and larger ears before standing straight and examining his entire front. He turned, looking over his shoulder to examine the scars he disliked, eventually being lost in the swirling of his god’s mark.