The sounds of the night outside could not be heard, their fire scaring away most of the animals already, and those asleep before they had arrived safe in their natural made nests didn't seem to care. The thick walls of the ten kept all noise from entering except for the somber sounds of those last remaining few who stayed up in thought after their loss. Elann, still lying on her back was alone in her silence, in her thoughts, and the dim light of the tent showed her watching the fabric gently move up and down as the wind outside must have increased a tiny bit. 

Without feeling Noah's bond, she couldn't tell whether he was awake or not, but she had assumed he still lay there alert. It was their way. Whenever they would fight, it always seemed to be in bed. To her she wondered if their bedroom would continue to be sullied by their fighting instead of their love, and it was then at that thought that she felt his movement. His hand slid under the blanket in a sign of affection, welcoming her to him. She turned her head to the side to view him in the dim light. 

Her face as he wrapped about her arm was an almost curious one. Much like their last fight, he had become offended at her thinking he meant abuse, but really she didn't think of him that way. He had ended their conversation stating he didn't want to speak about it anymore. In a way, he had done the same thing, asking to sleep now, to leave her on her own in her thoughts and emotions. It wasn't unjust of him, it was what she deserved for how she had treated him, so the confusion came with feelings of surprise in her heart as she briefly looked to him. Was he really opening to her then? Had he somehow in some way forgiven in such a tiny degree as to actually want to be near her? She was almost sure of it as she looked to him.

The deep thoughts had left her eyes glassed in the dim light as she stared deeply into his eyes, but she had not been crying, nor did she look like she was going to other than the wetness on her eyes. In truth it was a combination of the deep thoughts mixed with her immense exhaustion. It was hard to deal with this again for her as well, but when he slipped under the blankets, she helped him pull them so he wasn't fighting so hard with them and then covered his back with them before laying back down. It seemed he was coming even physically closer to her now, reaching out to share the dark space with her body. She swelled with love for him and felt a sense of comfort, but she did not smile. She simply pulled his hand gently over her waist and scooted in closer to him until they were one. She faced him, looking deeply into his eyes. It was then, even in the darkness, though not in the bond, she would seem stressed, weighted down, as if all this was crushing her. It was not something felt in the heart, but seen in the dimming edge of her eyes and lack of smile.

Still, she didn't seem angry, didn't seem desolate or any such extreme. She just wasn't happy with herself and just wanted the night and her mind to be done with. She wanted to wake up and have everything be okay. That was her prayer.