Elann came by her husband in the night, but kept the same distance from him as she slept. It wasn't abnormal for her to take to the other side of the bed if she was warm enough, but it was fairly cold. Really she just didn't want to hurt him, but it also gave him a quiet space. In the morning, likewise she hurried about getting both of them breakfast, zipping off to do her own thing and to check on the bear pelt and to see what the doctor had thought of him. 

There was a brief checking in the morning to which words of encouragement were given, stating that he would be able to be mobile probably by either that day or the next; that if he has to move, to do so with help and to do it slowly. The doctor even would encourage some minor bit of walking around camp in the evening given that the pace of the wagons was too fast currently for his condition. While there was bad mixed in with the good, it was still good, and soon he would be able to be free from the boredom inside.

Elann felt sad for him. He just looked miserable, and despite that fact, she still kept silent and distant from him. She either sewed or went about walking. Not hardly a word was spoken to him except to confirm he was alright and to see if he needed anything. It had been hours since she had spoken to him, and while drugged and likely lacking any notice of anything other than the outdoors he was likely tripping on, she decided it was time to come and give him a kiss on the cheek. She approached and sat next to him on the floor, rubbed his leg with a hand and if he turned to face her, she would give him a light peck there on his cheek.

A smile encompassed her as well as the light coming from out the back. 

"Do you want to work on your storm gems a little?"

It was said with the perception that even though their bond was dulled, she could tell somewhat how he was feeling as she looked to him. If not, she would consider possibly slinking back to her back corner of the wagon to let him be.