Elann fell into a deep sleep. Comforted by the eventual warmth of the blanket and her husband's nearby body, she fell into that sleep and didn't even move as the birds began to sing. Even as he stretched she only slightly woke up. Often times she was up before him, but that day she was not. It wasn't that she was so comfortable. It was because of the nice heat surrounding her. Her head was hidden like Aimee's, under the blanket, and so she was cozy.

Upon his stretch, it let a small bit of the cold air in and she shifted slightly. Her lips puffed out a little and she began to breath a tiny bit harder than normal; a clear sign she had gone back to sleep. 

She still lay there next to him as she had last night and her dress still lay at the front of the wagon. The smallest mumble came from her lips as she seemed to talk in her sleep for a moment, but then nothing else came. If he moved anymore, especially lifting the blanket to view where she was hidden within, then she would wake and slightly crack her eyes open.