Noah looked at Elann with a face unchanging, though his eyes shifted to her movements and took in her ever-moving frame. He watched her hop over the dip and land, her frame seemingly flowing back into its walk. She then ran, jogging up past the wagon and out of Noah’s vision. Curiously, he stayed watching and waiting for her return, and when she did, she had a flower in her hair. It was easily picked up by his keen sight, yet aside from the distraction his gaze went back to her and her movements. Despite his looking, where she once would’ve looked at him in reply, feeling his eyes upon her, she behaved as if she didn’t notice in the slightest. It was then that he took his eyes off her and looked to the driver of the wagon behind them. Their eyes met, and though the man blinked, the Kelvic didn’t. In fact, his face hardened slightly enough to be noted as a glare by the man in the deadlock. Having gotten his point across, Noah relaxed again to quietly roost, his eyes going back to Elann as she walked, twirling a flower in her fingers.

Noah didn’t know how much time passed since Elann started walking, but she stopped and ventured back towards him and the wagon, clambering in to walk towards the front of it. Noah didn’t follow her this time, instead looking to the driver behind them again with a passive face, much softer than the first time their eyes met. Slowly, the Kelvic turned into the wagon, keeping his left side facing the outside and resting his back, very delicately, onto the wagon’s frame. His eyes skimmed the wagon’s interior and noted his sister lying on the other side of it huddled in his blankets, her form rising and falling to denote her heavy breaths of sleep. She had said she would be down for just a nap but it looked like it would be more than that.

Elann was in the front. He could hear the clinking of dishes before he saw what she was doing. There was a little sadness in him when it came to her filling a cup with another dosage of painkilling herbal tea. She came to him but didn’t say anything, simply raising the cup and giving him a quiet look of coaxing. He took the cup without protest with his left hand and brought it to his lips, drinking it slowly until half was gone. He didn’t want to fall asleep again. That’s all he had been doing. With a full cup he couldn’t fight off the effects of the herbs, but with a half cup he determined he could at least try. He was content to be in pain than to sleep away the day like he had been doing. He felt so lazy and lethargic all the time, and he didn’t like it, not when it wasn’t of his own motivation.

Noah set the cup down on his left side, close to the edge of the wagon but his hand was over it, palm pressed over the opening while his fingers grasped like talons along the sides. He tucked his right foot beneath the back of his left knee, licking his lips as he looked back to Elann. He looked entirely passive at that moment, though he was bored and down over his grounding, it didn’t show as well in his brows and eyes, the most expression-filled features of his face.