Elann nodded a little to him as he asked if she was going to take the plates back. The Benshira took the opportunity to slip from him and slide off the back of the wagon.

"I'll be right back. It should only take a minute."

She gave him a parting grin and with plates in hand, moved toward the bonfire where the cook was dishing up the last of the night's helpings to people who wanted more. He liked Elann and Noah particularly because to him, they seemed courteous. Most people would rudely come back for seconds or thirds, but because Elann ate so little, it seemed like they only ever took one plate each. 

"Here are your plates."

"Thank ye doll," he said in a gruff voice, one laden with years of tobacco smoke and heavy drink. "You settin' up your tent tonight?"

"I am not sure, but I don't think so."

She handed them over to him to put in a dish bin to be washed and she then looked around for where Aimee had gone off to. If she wasn't to be seen, then Elann would head back to the wagon. If she was, she would quickly ask if she got something to eat or if she had been swarmed to death by the kids too much, and then Elann would head back to her husband.

Climbing into the back, she flopped onto his bedding on her side of it and looked to wherever he had ended up. He seemed quite awake, so she wondered if he wanted to go and walk around.

"Are you feeling well enough to get out of the wagon and walk around a little? Do you want to sleep back here or in the tent tonight?"