Elann said him sparing her the pain in his body felt good, and so he felt as if it was a good thing to do that it was and exception to the rule he encouraged. There was a disappointment in him when she said he had to stay there another night. He knew it was probably for the reasons she listed before she said them, but it didn’t mean he wanted to be there any longer. At the same time, he didn’t want to go through the ordeal of getting out of the wagon. That would be a pain and he knew it. “Okay,” he dragged with nothing else to say.

Noah watched her sit down, facing him with the bowl in her lap. He listened to her words quietly, opening his bond again to give her his pain and feelings. At that point all there were was the pain in him that was become more annoying that debilitating because he was resting. When he moved it would probably ache all the more and would draw a reaction from him. As it were now though, he didn’t seem exactly bothered. The pain was just what it was at that point. The saddest part about it was that he was barred from shifting until he was healed. It was nearly depressing.

Noah scooted on the bench, facing stuck in a wince as he moved, until he settled on a point he could lie down again. He decided to lie on his stomach, not wanting to scrape his back against the wooden bench. He pulled the blanket up a bit to the mid of his back, his ankles exposed at the bottom, but his thighs, behind, and lower back were covered. His head was turned towards Elann, his unafflicted arm dangling off the edge, fingers playing sparingly along the floor.

“Thank you for bringing me food,” he said after a quiet moment on his part.

The Kelvic was bored and disappointed that he couldn’t do much of anything outside of lying around. He didn’t do well with immobility. Even if it was done to himself, it was almost always under the motivation of intense focus on a task. Here, he had nothing to do; it was easy to go through doubts in his mind in this state. There wasn’t anything to do but think and dwell.