Noah watched Elann as she left him with the plates. As he figured she was going to turn the plates into the cook, or whoever took them, and would return, or so she said. He pulled the blanket off himself and revealed the trousers he was wearing beneath. He had half the mind to take them off since he had worn them to sleep. Though clothes usually discomforted his sleep, and he had gotten enough of that from the days he slept on Elann’s couch, it didn’t bother him earlier because he was under the influence of the herbs. Now they almost annoyed him to look at and have on his legs any longer. They remained though, seeing as Elann didn’t exactly like him being nude all the time, or, at least, it was what she gave off.

Outside, Aimee was tending to the remaining children who weren’t helping their parents with the tents that evening. She was testing their knowledge of Fratava and, aside from the trade-speak, a few of them knew the simpler words she was saying. To teach them more she slowly went through a Fratavan nursery rhyme and translated it once she was done. Her seamless switching of languages was enough to amaze the inexperienced children. Even though it was possible their parents spoke fluent Fratava as well, it seemed Aimee captivated the children. To many of them, it had been their first experience with Kelvics and the fact that Aimee possessed so many talents and abilities was awe inspiring.

The she-wolf turned to Elann when the Benshira came up to her and told her she had eaten already. She also added that she would be staying out that night, figuring that her in-law and brother would welcome the relief of privacy after she had been around and hovering over Noah’s wellbeing as if she was a doctor. There was also the point that she had overheard the morning’s proceedings and inferred that the reason the presses had been stopped was because of her unfortunate presence. Still, as it were, she thought on what Noah had told her about Elann that morning as well.

Aimee kept the thoughts in her mind, bidding Elann a good night with a smile and polite wave before returning to the children and testing their Fratava with the nursery rhyme. Inside the wagon, Noah had set a pillow in his lap, having had been hugging it, before his attention was grabbed by his barefeet. Idly, he picked at the nails of his toes until Elann showed up at the back of the wagon again, coming through the flap to set herself down across from him. He sat up to give her his attention as she asked her questions, both of which were answered with hesitation.

“I can try,” he said, thinking Elann wanted him to be up and about. He, too, wanted to be up and about but wasn’t looking forward to the discomfort it would bring. He felt well enough to not lean on her for support but he also felt as if that would change once he was on the ground outside.

“Would you just want to stay in here?” he suggested about the sleeping situation. “You already decorated it and made it comfortable. You don’t have to put the tent up again.” Noah believed he was saving her energy and effort, though it didn’t take her a long time to even put up the tent in the first place, he still figured he was suggesting something favorable. He was attempting to be considerate.