Aimee hummed to acknowledge Elann’s words. Though the Kelvic was enthralled by her book, she set her thumb into the page and closed it, looking to Elann at her side. “We are,” she said in reply as her head turned. Aimee sighed into a hum as she tried to consider the days traveled. Then she shrugged, not dismissively but because she didn’t know entirely.

“We should be about half-way, I think,” she managed to say. “Give or take a couple of days, we should be there in about fifteen more.” She peered at Elann then, her pale eyes going over the Benshira’s facial features in an analyzing way. While she couldn’t see as acutely as Noah could, and Noah managed to notice a lot of things Aimee couldn’t, she gave Elann the look anyway.

“Anxious?” she asked curiously, wondering if that was why Elann was inquiring.

They hadn’t talked one-on-one in a long while, and with the fights between Noah and Elann, Aimee had been given reason enough to keep her distance. However, because her brother was injured, she was nearby and always available. It wasn’t likely she would leave for such extended periods any longer since the last time she left Noah was hurt. She knew she couldn’t do anything about it, but being around as a figure of support meant a lot to her. Noah had done the same for her when they were younger and often wouldn’t leave her bedside, risking sickness and discomfort just to stay around her. With that in mind, she planned to do the same for him.

Aimee could see that Elann didn’t know much about comforting the eagle when it came to his distress. She didn’t hold it against Elann though, yet at the same time she didn’t show enough care to teach Elann how to help her husband. Aimee figured Elann would learn it in time, though she believed it should’ve been learned long ago before their bonding. Still, that was more the fault of Noah than Elann, and Aimee understood that. Noah hadn’t told her what he truly saw in Elann or the mysterious and elusive Caesarion. Given she didn’t know who Caesarion was, Aimee was forced to only draw her own assumptions by what she observed of Elann, assuming Noah saw something similar between Caesarion and Elann.

“Can I ask you a question?” Aimee said, shifting to readily face Elann all the more.