Every time Elann seemed to skip, a small silent chuckle came from the driver behind her. It was nice to see her seemingly not depressed and in the back of the wagon. Something had changed and he didn't know what it was. Even Noah seemed to be admiring his bride with deep set eyes, though to the driver behind, it was not normal for him to do so. 

Elann decided that as he continued to silently watch her, she would do what she could to entertain him. She was joyous, having an internal happiness that just wouldn't quit despite the situation; even if that situation was one where he didn't seem to want to talk to her. As she began though, his eyes were set on her. She didn't return the gaze, only seeing it in her peripheral view. Instead she acted innocently unaware of it as she began to skip a little more. 

With a hop, she jumped over a divot in the ground that the wagon had avoided and then spun into a little twirl afterward, then kept on walking like it was nothing. It was clear she had slowly but surely been practicing dance since she was able to do it significantly with more balance. 

His wife continued that way for a little while and then, as if seeing something, she jogged out of sight ahead of the wagon and off to the side for some reason. There in a meadow before her were a bunch of white flowers with little yellow centers to them. She plucked one and put it into her hair and then return to his sight to skip behind.

She then revealed in her hand she had another flower and she began to twirl it in her fingers as she walked and watched it. Elann would continue like that for a while, but eventually she would know it was time for Noah's medicine and would climb inside to give him a drink of the tea.

He had not really responded openly to her care thus far and so she just held out the glass to him with eyes that spoke for him to take it and she secretly bit the inside of her lip in anxiety to see if he would, or if he would fight her on it.