Putting on trousers was no small matter for someone with his injuries. If he wanted, she would be there to help him put them on, but for the most part gave him independence. Calmly she herself settled down next to Aimee for a little with her needlework and looked to her sister.

"We are well into the journey now."

It was said as though she was trying to start a conversation with her. In truth, Elann felt somewhat ganged up on when it came to her and Noah's fights. What she understood and what they understood as kelvics were two different things, and somewhere in there, Elann had to make it work. 

"What do you think? Do you think we are half way yet?"

Aimee having made the journey before in some degree, made Elann want to question the Maned wolf to see if they had just started or if they had actually made decent time.

Elann had long since finished her undergarment and since had been working on a new shirt for Noah to replace his old blood stained one that had been buried somewhere in the forests outside of Syliras.