It was extremely comforting for Elann to rest in the sound of the rain and it seemed to want to lull her to sleep. Only her interest in watching Noah spurned her on. By the time the storm had ceased and Aimee went back to laying down, Elann stood to wrap one of the blankets around her so that she was nice and toasty warm if she wanted. They had plenty of blankets, and while her fur seemed to keep her warm, most animals she had known enjoyed being extra warm. It was just a sign of affection since she had seen hardly anything of her since the fight.

Elann then sat back down and waited for the storm to end. Most people were in their tents by that time, having finished their preparations and not desiring to be wet any longer. In a way, despite a few others, they were the only ones still outside. With loving eyes she watched the rain lightly patter down behind the frame of her husband and it warmed her to think of him. When he pushed to sit up, her eyes trailed to him and watched as he slowly moved forward next to her where the chest rested and her eyes quietly watched what he was doing.

As he began to go about pulling out a shirt to wipe his wetness away, Elann settled in a quiet state of watching him. His physique had grown considerably given his fighting and weight training from the man she had first met. That man she hoped to see again sometime in the future, but for now, she knew their verbal fighting had hurt him, she just didn't realize how much. Standing there in his true human form, devoid of the garments that falsely made him seem more man-like, he seemed to appeal to her compassion. That was who he was. 

Any attempts Elann had made to change him had come crashing in on her and she didn't know what it would look like if she began embracing him as the man he was instead of the man she wished him to be. He sat there in silence, enjoying her food by himself on the  far side of the wagon from her and she had had enough of it. Given most people were gone from sight, and Aimee settled down. Elann silently stood, unbuttoned her dress, and pulled it off. Stripping out of her underwear and breast band were hard on her given the wagon flaps were open, but she wanted to relate somehow to him. 

Naked and bare as the day she was born, she came up beside him and lowered herself just as he did and looked out at the darkened nature around them. The moon had shone down on the valley they were in and seemed to make her creamy skin a dusty grey. She played her hair forward and looked lovingly toward him. She sat there until he was done with his food, and then when the plate was set aside, a hand outstretched to rest between them for him to take if he so wished. It was cold, as revealed by the many bumps and risings on her body, but she didn't seem to care in the moment, only wanting to share a quiet moment with her husband, her real husband.