Having seen his sister awake, Noah didn’t know what to say in regards to the magic he had seen. He didn’t judge his sister but understood how dangerous it was to wield it. He could see the greatness of lethargy in her eyes and the fatigue that must’ve been in her mind. She had held her forehead when she sat up and sat up slowly to denote her sluggishness. It didn’t take a genius to figure out she was affected negatively by her use of magic. Then, Noah thought on how it hadn’t been mentioned in the year they were exchanging letters and there was a sense of betrayal in him for his sister not telling him what she was involved in. Caesarion was a user of Reimancy as well, and it was who he thought of when he looked at his sister’s now crumpled frame on the bench.

Alena took a deep breath into his side, her warm breath on his skin, and drew his attention there. Looking down, he could see she was still adequately asleep and was far gone in comparison to his own sleeping, which happened in chunks of chimes and not hours like hers. It was mostly because he felt as if he had to protect her from any perpetrators who may have followed the caravan, though that was unlikely. Stroking her hair again, he looked up to see Elann returning to the wagon and pressing through the flap to appear as a recognizable shadow which walked towards him and Alena.

The girl’s parents were coming to get her in a few chimes. He nodded then shook his head at the offerance of food. “I’m not hungry,” he said. He had eaten a large dinner earlier that evening before the raid, thanks to Elann, and was still too on edge to even think about eating again. “I just want to lie down,” he admitted honestly.

Elann went away again, taking the tent out of the wagon to set up. In the time she was gone Noah waited for her to return and when she did, Alena’s parents were with her. There was an exchange of looks between Emery, Helena, and Noah. Since Noah couldn’t move with ease, Emery scooped Alena up and Helena thanked him for showing their daughter kindness and watching her. Noah figured there was awkwardness in her voice because of how close him and Alena were but he didn’t quite understand why it would’ve been a problem. With them gone, Elann helped him out of the wagon and into the campgrounds where they went to the barely lit tent which turned out to be well lit on the inside. 

The migration woke up his dormant and sleeping injuries with irritation but they were soothed again as he lay down the bed Elann crafted for him. Still clothed in trousers, he lay on his stomach with his head resting down on a pillow. The little sleep he got was enough to make him not immediately pass out, enough to keep his buzzing quietly in wakefulness as he watched around the tent and listened intently on what was going on behind the thick walls.