Noah groaned lowly, shifting his head from either side but couldn’t find Elann in the wagon. His sister was there, but sound asleep despite her hearing. He wondered if she had been up late last night given she didn’t come back until recently – he was guessing. He couldn’t wonder long, what bought out his mind was the ache he was feeling and how deep it ran into his torso. He felt entirely too vulnerable in the moment and it was taking too long for someone to lend the aid he didn’t exactly want. Though it had only been a few moments, he was writhing and pain and growing annoyance with the situation.

As if finally hearing him, Elann came into the tent, handicapped by the communicated pain. He couldn’t get a mind to care for her pain at the moment, she was just sharing a dull version of what he felt. What was breathtaking to her was nearly unbearable for him and he didn’t know why. Maybe it was just the grog of waking up, his senses unprepared to deal with intensity until he was better situated, or maybe there was something else.

Elann came, attempting to put herself underneath the blanket that was strewn across him. He didn’t care in the moment; he was hot. Her question came and all he did was give her a hurtful hum and whine. It seemed Elann’s voice and his pain riddled whine was enough to wake Aimee, because she unraveled herself and sat up, shifting immediately.

Noah felt a hot hand on his cheek and another coming into his hair, his head cupped in soft heat. There was a gentle shushing, something like gently running water and then the voice of his sister’s soft melody singing in delicate Fratava, [i]“Feel the raindrops roll down your face, wrapping you in their liquid embrace. See the blinding lightning, the dark clouds brightening. Taste the crisp water pouring from the sky, the rain leaving nothing dry.”[/i]

The tune was deafeningly familiar to the eagle and his pained writhing stopped, him calming as if a spell had been cast to dull his senses. Aimee drew another breath to continue in her gentle melody. [i]“Hear the roaring thunder, filling you with wonder. Know, after this, the thirsty earth will return to bliss,”[/i] she sang gently. Then her tone changed to that mimicking of Isabella’s. Her impression was dead on, her singing voice trailing on into something airy and less powerful. [i]“Little dove, little dove, it’ll be alright. The fright, it’ll be gone after tonight. Little dove, little dove… little dove, little dove, it’ll be alright.”[/i]

Noah’s annoyance fell. His pain didn’t disappear but he was seemingly enraptured by Aimee’s singing, so much so that the pain was an otherworldly thing. He looked up to his sister, meeting the eyes the same color as his in the moment. There was kind concern in her face, but he could see his mother for a brief moment. As Aimee’s tone fell from its mimicry, she patted him on the face gently, shushing more. [i]“It’s okay, Noah,”[/i] she said quietly. [i]“You’re okay.”[/i]

Noah’s fidgeting had long stopped and he was lying still, watching his sister’s eyes. [i]“It hurts,”[/i] he said in Fratava as well, the weakness of his voice apparent.

Aimee nodded, petting his head, looking to Elann. “Is there anything you can give him now, or do we have to go get the doctor?”