It was good to finally feel the hunger that was in her stomach, as well as the pain in her back, come to an end. After a quick breath and a closing of her eyes to mentally recover, she pouted a tiny bit at his evident pain. 

"I know you do. I wish I could just heal you so you could be free. It kills me to see you in pain like this," she admitted, and he would surely feel that within her there was a deep compassion for him. "I wish you were free to soar again and be on the wind where you are happy." 

Her pout was brief and only showed a tiny bit of outward empathy as he had stated he didn't like her pouting, crying, or seeming sad really in any way. She settled him to where he could eat and she sat across from him cross legged a small space away from him on the other side of the wagon's floor. There had been a small jug of water kept beside the trunk for Noah incase he got thirsty and seeing his bites, she wondered at his desires.

"I stayed for a while after you slept, but then I wanted to pray and spend some time in worship where I could sing aloud. I didn't want to wake you or bother Aimee, who was reading. Aimee kept an eye on you and I wasn't too far away."

She then poured a glass of water for him and held it in her hands for him until he was ready to take it. She loved serving him and spending time with him, so holding the glass for him, even briefly was a symbol of her love for him in that service. 

"Are you doing okay, Noah? I felt you were lonely."

Her tone was one of concern for him, but she didn't mollycoddle him, instead only placing a hand lightly on his shin. Before she would want to smother him in love so he felt better, but she was trying to remain distant from him, yet showing her love. He couldn't doubt that at least. It was the most prevalent through their bond, and almost never seemed to cease for him in its extreme.