Eventually standing there a while, the cold got to Elann and after her quick stretch, she wrapped her arms about herself. It seemed her husband was torn out of his thoughts by her. She managed to peel his eyes from the woods and by her questions, he indicated he wanted to stay there.

Still not sure how he was feeling, if he was irritated with her or had some other reason for staying, she just nodded, gave him a small smile and turned to walk past him the way they came. As she passed him he could see her eyes were searching his with a small smile on her face, but then they came in front of her so as not to trip on the grass tufts in the darkness once she left. As she left his sphere of space, she slowed her walking and looked over to him over her shoulder. Her hair rolled down the side of her, and coming into the golden light of the fireplace, her face shone her soft skin. Her smile flared a little as she eyed him there in the darkness and her hands lowered to hold at her side. Over her shoulder she spoke to him as she continued forward.

"I should have it up in a few minutes."

Her right hand then came up as she turned to watch once more where she was going and brushed her loosed hair back behind her ear. Her cute little frame hopped over a grass tuft and she almost seemed to break into a little skip. Moving to the back of the wagon, she snagged the tent bundle from the edge of the wagon, she seemed to labor with it a little as it wasn't light, and then holding it securely in her arms, she strode out of sight into the interior of camp where she set it down. Before she started setting up though, she lingered at the fire for a moment to warm up and spoke to some people very briefly. 

Her eyes traveled over those there at the fire's edge who had all but set up their tents and to those who had already finished. It was a time of relaxing and merriment for them. The man who played guitar started up a finger-picked song that had a late night mysterious air to it and Elann shortly after moved away from them to set up the tent.

Whether or not it was Noah's eyes on her or someone else's, she felt like she was being watched as she set up her tent, but purposefully didn't look toward the direction Noah had been in. It wasn't long before the tent was erected and she had put the cover over it for rain and dew should it storm like she had prayed, but then she turned toward the wagon's back once more and began heading that way toward Noah once more. It was then she looked to see if she could see his feet illuminated under the wagon's edge by the light, but regardless of what she saw, would just head to the back of their wagon to grab all the rugs, pillows, sheets, and blankets. It would take her a couple trips where she strained a little, but she wasn't annoyed at all; in fact she was somewhat relieved to be setting up the tent. It was hard work. Elann was a worker bee. She had sat in the back of the wagon far too long, and like Noah, would feel relief the more she would do. It also felt good to provide for her husband in some way, even if it was possible that she had annoyed him. It was hard to tell without their bond active; his short words not giving her any insight into how he felt.