Elann had never even knew the mark she had existed. The priests always wore clothing designed to cover themselves and so it was a surprise to her. The fact she had been wearing dresses lately was the only reason people would ever see the top tips of the angelic wings on her back. It was even less likely to be seen because of her hair which was always down. She had worshiped Zulrav from a point of almost near opposition, though unintentional, and had made an almost near turnaround. Even if he didn't care about her, she wanted to pay homage to the God of her husband at the very least. 

Because Noah loved the wind, she wanted to love the wind, and because he loved the lightning, storms and Zulrav's other qualities, she wanted to love them as well. It started out that way, simply because of her devotion to Noah, but now it had become her own worship to the god. Perhaps she was an annoying, clanging cymbal to him after what she had done to Noah, but her heart was pure and really wanted to know him as Noah did. 

Back in the wagon, he had finished his food and together they sat there, her professing her dreams to him, and as she looked down to her lap in worry, he comforted her by laying a loving hand on her. As he rubbed gently, it caused a small smile to return to her.

Content with him, she looked to his right arm on the outward side closest to her where she would normally lay her head against him. There lay his stitches and she resisted the natural urge to lay her head there. Instead, she continued to pet his hair, trying to feel content with the situation they were in with his injuries.

"I'm glad you felt good enough to lay on your back," she said in a sweet voice. "I'm sure even the small changes like that have been a blessing." She then looked over her shoulder to the plates by the edge of the wagon. "Are you still hungry? If so, I should go now before it's all gone. Those children are hungry little kids," she chuckled softly at remembering how swamped Aimee was.