Elann saw that the book was set on Aimee's lap, but wasn't sure she had settled in to read it yet. Given her closing of it, Elann figured that perhaps she had, but from where she sat, she could see her sister's thumb inside, holding her place. Elann hummed thoughtfully at her response. Fifteen more days, just over two weeks more and they would be free of the boundaries of the wagon and the dangers of the wild. 

Already she had pissed off some sort of witch or God that she didn't know of, her husband had nearly died - and would have if she had not got him to the road before the wagons came - and she also had a fear looming from her dreams of trouble ahead. Elann still was cautious about her dreams. Many of them were fluid, only true in part. She couldn't tell for certain the things that would come, but every day seemed to remind her in Noah's tea leaves that something was coming. 

The thought faded away as Aimee asked her if she was anxious. It was a little of the issues between Noah and herself, her dreams and thoughts, but also the distance Aimee had kept after their fight. She really enjoyed getting to know her back in Syliras, and it seemed the further Elann and Noah got from each other, the less support she had of her sister. Had she been so wrong to want Noah to change? She assumed so and had settled into the place she was at now. Tensions had seemed to be calming down as she gave her husband space, but she couldn't be sure.

"Well, not anxious. I'll be glad to be in Zeltiva though."

Elann looked down. She knew the Kelvics were at home out there in the wilds, and much like them, she too wanted to be, but she just couldn't shake the feeling that something was at work out there in the wild and set against them all.

Aimee piped up with a question and shifted to her. Elann raised her head and faced Aimee by turning on the bench all the more with one leg crossed under the other. 

"Sure," she answered, a small smile playing over her face.