Perhaps for the first time Elann could sense Noah's silent reply through the bond, a small glimmer of reflected feelings she shared. When the bond quieted Noah would fill it unintentionally with small jovial piquings, telling that wherever he was, he was enjoying himself. If Elann would use the powers granted to their bond, sharing his sight for a moment, she would see he was outside on the porch of the house, sitting beside a woman.

Viktor was watching the steps as Elann descended them, his stark and cold gaze falling on the blue Benshira as she settled at the bottom of the stairs. He took her in, his ear wiggling slightly as he forced the human appendage to adjust to what his true form was used to. He didn’t expect her to walk right up to him, seeing as he didn’t do much in reply to her wave made in greeting. He wasn’t unfriendly though, but it was perhaps apparent where Noah got the disposition of distance from, along with the air of unapproachability that Elann may have recalled upon seeing him for the first time.

The large man set his book down into his lap, one leg crossed over the knee of the other as Elann greeted him vocally. “Good morning,” he greeted in Fratava. There was a slight cheer in his voice though his face was fairly passive, leading one to believe it was the emotion in the language rather than the speaker. His gaze was intent in its looking, peering at her with open eyes as he took in her features in the new day’s light.

“I slept well,” he answered, “thank you.” There was another go-over with his eyes before they settled on her bright ones, momentarily distracted by one of the curls in her hair. He shifted his own strands, tucking one of the long tresses behind his ear, revealing it to show where Noah may have gotten his larger ears from.

“How’d you sleep?” he questioned in returned, though there was more on his tongue that he wanted to let off. His eyes flicked to the loveseat in the little seating area, partly inviting her to sit if she wanted to but not mentioning it. There was a clatter of dishes in the kitchen, the sound of Aimee’s fussing voice coming quietly. If Elann was paying attention she would've seen Viktor’s ear react to the noise, as if attempting to turn towards it.