Elann spoke romantically to her husband, who just seemed to look away. In her heart, she knew that he loved her, he just didn't know or want to show it in the way she wanted him to. He held her hand and squeezed it; that was victory enough for her in that moment. Still, she longed for him to yearn for her. She kept her eyes on him, studying his face in its depth and eventually he looked at her again. The involuntary shivers spoke to him and he released his hand from hers, coming up with his fingers to brush at her skin. It sent chills down her spine all the more and the bumps seemed to react to him. 

It was then his voice sounded, and her eyes that had faltered to watch him play on her skin snapped back to his. The slightest tug told her he wanted her close, and as he shifted his body to accommodate her, she knew where he wanted her. A small smile came across her face as she crawled gently on him. Her eyes watched with care to make sure that he was not hurt by her. When she was settled, she sighed happily and she affectionately rubbed her forehead against his jawline in an silent, almost animalistic way. She then wrapped herself in his arms, trying her best not to die from the cold.

"It's a beautiful night."

She wanted to say more to him: all about how she loved it when he held her like he was doing, how she was thinking a lot about being like she was with him right then and how she wanted to do that more when they lived outside of town in the house that he had suggested. She also wanted to tell him how she looked forward to meeting his family and running with them in the forests; even though it wasn't who she was. She wanted to conform to him, to his true self more, but she couldn't be open with him, she couldn't express herself without feeling like she was bugging him. Instead, she just kept her distance and silently looked into the night sky. 

Bat's were seen flying about against the moonlight, which Elann had no idea what they were, and even an owl was hooting in the distance of the caravan, looking for its next meal. There was plenty of sounds coming from the forest, and it seemed like the unbridled nature around them didn't fear man. It was thicker where they were, even thicker than where Elann had shot the bear, and it was clear that the forest there had not seen fire in a long long time. Elann felt fearful for some reason. The trees were darker than she had seen most nights, and much more ominous. Even the sound of the river had all but disappeared, and the light from the fire she doubted would protect them. That night, she was glad to sleep in the wagon with Noah and Aimee.