It was warm when Elann had started her rug, and Noah being one with nature commonly enjoyed being nude. She figured him warm enough when she had entered the wagon, yet getting into the groove of making a handmade rug made Elann nearly forget about him, let alone notice the darkening of the skies as time had passed. When Noah finally shifted and stirred, she came to. The bond flared to life in those short moments and once again, hit her hard with pain. 

There was a pause in her work as she mentally had to deal with it before he faded their bond once more. She knew how desolate it had made him and really didn't understand why he was doing it to himself. It had driven him to tears and caused a huge storm for her just closing off her bond a little before. This time he was shutting out the huge pain racking his body, but did it mean he was any less affected by the emptiness? 

Once Elann cleared her head of the fading pain, she watched him wipe his eyes and how he stretched. It made her wince to see him stretch and she felt such compassion for him. Her heart burned to see him better, to see him be able to act normally. Elann had that type of heart that hated to see injustices and people in pain. While Noah got what was coming to him for entering into a foreign bird's territory, it didn't mean she liked to see him suffer. She was just glad she was there. Noah couldn't understand how happy she was to get him safely to the doctor, and if he hadn't closed off their bond, he would know how intense her concern was for him even still.

Even though Elann overwhelmed Noah quite often with the intensity of her emotions and raw feelings, she did have some control over them for his sake. He had trouble experiencing her edited emotions. She loved him so purely and deeply that to feel it would surely have driven him mad. She had always been that way since a little girl. She had grown in love with Yahal at a young age and laid her life down for his purity and faithfulness. It meant she had a good perspective of how deep love could go and it was far deeper than many felt. Often it could be mistaken for obsession or clinginess, but really she just found fascination in Noah as her husband and didn't want to be without him. 

Noah's curious eyes trailed over her and down to the rug. His voice, sleep-choked and more deep than normal, asked her who the rug was for. In a quiet voice, she answered.

"The tanner. He harvested the bear skin for us and has been drying it out to turn into a blanket. He did it for free, but I told him I wanted to trade a rug for it as a thank you."

Her eyes trailed over him and she perceived that he was cold. Since Aimee was in all the blankets on the floor, Elann moved to sit next to Noah on his good side and provided him close and warm comfort. He had after all done so for her many many times. She would even let the rug lay on his legs if he let her as she tied her knots. Though she moved, though she talked, her hands never stopped their rapid fire tying. 

"We are probably going to stop soon. Did you want to walk around camp and maybe sleep in the tent for a change tonight?" 

The wagon was hard wood, and Elann's beds in the tents were like soft air; cushioned beyond what was thought possible by stacking rugs and pillows a certain way. It was warmer and was closer to the earth.