Noah hummed in acknowledgement to Elann and her explanation on who the rug was for. His curiosity sated, he looked out of the back of the wagon and noted the horses drawing the wagon behind them. His eyes trailed up to the driver who appeared to be partly distant in another realm of mind. Coming back into the wagon, his eyes went for Elann as she rose with her project, coming towards him to sit on his left side. He watched her fingers and their fast movements, silently fascinated by the actions even though they seemed to repeat after a moment of observation.

“No,” Noah said in reply to her question. “I just want to lie down and eat.” He looked from her hands to her face briefly. “I’m hungry.” His voice was still sleep choked but the plainness of his statements persisted through it.

“Are you getting another blanket?” he asked, looking back to her hands. In the next breath his eyes were drifting elsewhere around the wagon. Aimee lied down at their feet, probably very warm, while Noah still warmed up from his sleep. He would warm soon enough, he knew, but since he wasn’t moving it would take longer.

A quiet wind whistled into the back of the wagon directly, curling around inside before being dispelled. Despite the wind, Noah didn’t cower in his cold, partially because Elann was beside him with the rug, but also because he was listening to the words upon the breaths of air. He turned to Elann, scratching at the bottom of his chin.

“It’s going to rain,” he said matter-of-factly. “It’ll start when the tents are up.”

Noah scratched at the side of his arm after that, turning his head to face front again as he scooted up onto the bench all the more. Scooted, he brought his legs up and crossed them without using his hands, shimmying a little back in forth to make sure they were tucked properly and comfortably. On the ground, Aimee twitched and stirred, moaning as she rolled onto her back in the blankets. Her hands slid out over her head as she stretched and yawned with closed eyes, opening them slowly to blink at her surroundings. Her large light eyes found the Benshira and her brother on her flank.

“Good morning,” the wolf said, scratching at her scalp.

“Evening,” Noah corrected quietly in Fratava, looking down at his sister. “You said you were going to nap, not die.”

“Did I?” Aimee replied in Common, feigning ignorance. “I’m sorry, I was just too tired, I guess.”

“Worry not,” Noah replied kindly.

Aimee looked to Elann at her brother’s side and waved to her with one of her outstretched hands before they slid back beneath the blankets she was under. Looking to Noah, she communicated silently with a passive look.

“Not yet,” he replied. “We’re stopping soon.”

Aimee nodded, rolling back onto her stomach to pull the blankets over her head. “Wake me up when we get there,” she said, the lump of her body fidgeting until a comfortable position was found.