Noah listened to Elann’s explanation on how she didn’t have a problem putting up the tent, pointing out her own habit of putting his needs before hers. At least the both of them didn’t like him being in the wagon day in and day out. He did wish though, that she spoke with more confidence instead of leaving it up to him whether or not the tent got put up. He assumed it was she who was being considerate of what he wanted given he was the injured party, so he let it be.


“Okay,” he said in regards to the tent.


Then, Noah began to move, standing to ease towards the end of the wagon where he waited for Elann to help him down. His face showed his discomfort and it all persisted until he was on the ground again, the grass underneath his feet. He took a breather, resting with a hand on the edge of the wagon’s frame as he waited for most of the ache to subside. As he stood there, he considered the feeling of the grass beneath his feet and how he had missed it. The outside breezes were encouraging, though they were light and spoke of how Zulrav was absent from the area at the moment.


Noah continued on with careful strides, his head watching his feet as they stepped onward to carry him towards the wagon parked behind theirs. He ignored his discomfort for the most part and kept his pace slow enough to not need to use Elann. It was just walking, he told himself to continue on. He made it to the canvas side of the other wagon and stopped, pressing his shoulder to the frame of the wagon’s car.


“Have you seen Alena?” Noah asked Elann, looking to her.


They stood on the side of the wagon facing the forest. On the opposite side was the camp and many of the people. As it were now, there was no one on this side with them since everyone was setting up their tents or getting ready for bed.

“Do you know when I can get the stitches out?” he added, knowing it would be a sign of progress aside from his walking and slow decline of pain.