Noah nodded approvingly at Elann doing alright. There seemed to be a great deal on his bondmate’s mind, but unless she divulged it, Noah wouldn’t ask then and there, perhaps later. Elann piped up speaking to both Alena and him, pointing out that she was glad he was walking. He showed the both of them a halfhearted smile. He just wanted to lie down and sleep then, and the adrenaline had long died away, along with the herbal painkiller, so he was standing there throbbing. Noah attempted to ignore it for the sake of Alena and Elann being out and about, but it was becoming a great source of discomfort.

Alena hummed happily in reply to Elann’s question. “He promised to see me when he started walking again,” the little girl said, bringing her other hand up to pat Noah’s atop her head.

Noah forced his smile a little wider as he looked down at Alena and her cheerful voice. His eyes then fleeted to the openness of the clearing where the cremations had taken place. The guards were calling for those remaining to board their wagons because they would be moving within the next few chimes. Noah was glad to hear it and it meant he could rest his strained being.

Alena hummed an affirmative to Elann’s offer, taking a moment to confirm it with her mother before trailing after Noah and Elann again. Helped into the wagon, Noah went far to the front and sat with a pillow pressed against his lower back. Alena trailed after him, sitting at his side with her curious eyes constantly glossing over him. Aimee was the last to come in once the wagons started moving already. 

The new rocking of the cart in the dead of night was lulling to the distressed Kelvic whose head was more rolling with the movements, his eyes sleepily closing. He was roused by the touch on his hand, Alena setting hers atop his as she leaned into his left side. He was drawn awake as it seemed Alena was being drawn to sleep. He lifted his arm and brought the little girl closer to him, figuring, like Elann, she would want to siphon from the heat he produced. He was quiet in his fatherly attentions to Alena as she drifted into sleep. Noah reached forward slowly and pulled the fur blanket over him and her legs, looking up to the rest of the wagon when she was adequately tucked in with his gimped arm.

Aimee made short work of falling asleep on the bench, in Noah’s shirt and a few new holes in her tights. The dirk had been replaced with her trunk, but she was lying on her back, her head turned towards the canvas wall. Her deep breaths could be heard in union with Alena’s softer ones. Though he was tired, Alena at his side was keeping him awake and there was a new sense of alertness in him.