Noah was focused on assessing himself. He could still see the sickness in his eyes, how his hair, though washed, was dull in comparison to it’s usual luster during the springtime. Elann hadn’t seen it often - if at all - but he would gaze at himself a lot, making sure things were in working order and up to par. Mirrors, though shiny, were valuable to him in that they allowed him to see himself and ‘preen’ without relying entirely on what he could see without a mirror’s reflection.

Since he wasn’t expecting her, when she touched him he tensed and jumped slightly in fright. Near instantly he settled back down as she spoke, her voice calming in the quiet room around them. Like her, he was glad to finally have a room to themselves, even if his family were just outside the stone walls and thick door. Elann could feel his already hot body under her chilled hands, and he liked the cool feel of her hands on his bare skin, it was like a refreshing and light massage.

Noah smiled at her words, finding small humor in them. She hugged and kissed him, wrapping her arms about his frame. He took her cold hands in his hot ones and looked at the both of them in the mirror’s reflection. He thought again on him commenting on how small she was, a difference in stature he could clearly see with her pressed directly up against his back. Some days it seemed like he towered over her, while others the difference didn’t seem that great. The reality of seeing it was enlightening.

“Do I?” he questioned in return, looking down at her hands in his. He grew thoughtful for a moment as he looked at them, grasping at them a little tighter in that instance. He was filled with warm remembrance as he thought on their winter in Syliras together. He looked at her through the mirror then. Inside, the warm feeling bloomed softly into his love for her. He rubbed her hand sweetly.

“Are you tired?” he asked, peering at her through the mirror, asking more to see if they would be staying up this night or not.