Elann was halted in her slow attempt to leave. The light tug on her garment was enough to stop her lateral movement toward the wagon as the two of them walked with the caravan. She turned to face him, walking sideways as she brushed her hair away from tear soaked cheeks. The brilliant eyes of hers trailed up to him to see what he had to say and she could feel that within him guilt had sprung up. It meant his apology was sincere.

"I know," she said sadly and turned to walk next to him so as not to obstruct the next wagon in line by her stopping. She was aware of his blunt attitude when speaking as well as his innocence. If it wasn't for those two traits, Yahal likely would have cursed him for his treatment of her, but as it was, it was not malicious, nor did Elann want Yahal to curse her husband. "To me, it's not stupid to treat you with kindness and love despite my disagreements sometimes with you. To me I don't demolish your points and make you feel horrible by stating what is wrong with you. I remember doing that that day in the Stallion and you didn't like it. I drove you to tears. I just wish sometimes you would do the same for me. What you said really hurt, even if it was what was in your heart. I know better than to think that you think I'm annoying, frustrating, and confusing, but now I feel like every word I say might make you feel that way...and I don't want to feel like that."

The confrontation of her feelings made the tears begin to return, and knowing his dislike for them, she looked away to the forest and tried to restrain them. The tears continued despite her fighting, and they cascaded down onto her dress as she looked toward the ground away from him. He thought it was moronic to be courteous and to coat his words to make others feel better, but this was the outcome of that- the result, and even if they made up after this, until she saw significant improvement in him, she would likely never bring another problem up to him ever again.