Should Noah have been Aimee, or a canine, his ears would’ve flicked at the sound of Emery coming back to the wagon. The Kelvic didn’t open his eyes but did listen to what was said. Some pain was an understatement, he thoughtfully commented on Elann’s underplayed words. There was the ruffling of something Noah tried to figure out but ultimately couldn’t at first. It wasn’t until Elann asked if he was warm under his single blanket did he assume that Emery brought more. Elann’s question came and he hummed that he was fine under the single blanket he had, his head turning away from Elann in search of a semi-comfortable position. In the end, his head ended up facing outwards again anyway until he fell asleep entirely.

Morning came and Noah was awake before Emery and his wife came to help the still-waking Elann to aid Noah out of the wagon. Him waking was just ripped with discomfort, the pain in his body all too real in the morning, only a bitter reminder of what happened the day before. Atop of that, he was to be moved from the wagon to the one that belonged to his family. Tortuous as it was, hardly a peep came from him. There were soft groans and whispering whimpers as they brought him down from the wagon; quietness as he was walked to the other wagon; and more of the former when they were getting him into the back of the other wagon. He requested a collection of blankets on the floor to lie on, a few under him and one atop him, and fell asleep soon after any more painkillers were administered. It was as if he never slept the night before, the same solemn silence coming to him and remaining for the hours of the morning until early afternoon when he stirred again.

Waking, Noah smelled the familiar natural scents of the nature around him and thought Elann had been out again but, upon cracking his eyes, he saw that it was Aimee instead. The she-wolf intercepted the caravan in the mid of morning. She confessed to Elann that she had misjudged how far the caravan would go last night, thinking it would go farther based on how far it had gone the previous days. Seeing that Noah was injured, she assumed that was the reason for the caravan’s late arrival and slight loss of time.

Aimee’s black muzzle and red-furred head greeted Noah as he opened his eyes. She laid directly before him, curled up in her own ball of unconsciousness. Just seeing her was a quietly elating thought in Noah’s mind, the creeping sensations of warmth coming to his core at her presence. Dispelled as he woke further, pain set in to replace the warmth and he whined in what sounded like a muffled yelp rather than a whimper. He wanted to kill the roaring in his side with more sleep as it was the only thing that made him unaware of the pain at all. Yet, it was hardly possible to sleep with the full brunt of discomfort weighing down on him.