Elann left Noah after kissing him. He returned the soft kiss, turning his head to follow her all the way out until she was gone. The Kelvic’s mind still quietly thought on the dream, thought on Elann’s response to him, and sought to find comfort in how they interacted when she was attempting to comfort him. There was a new hollow in his chest since crying and he brought his hand over it to feel the heart beating within. Looking carefully, despite his muscles having grown, one could see the flesh of his left pectoral bulge minutely. He did so now, letting it remind him he was living in the present again.

Outside, Aimee was lingering alone near the bank of wagons. She was pacing idly with her head angled to the sky, watching the clouds of the newly cleared morning heavens. She was still feeling the aftereffects her intense bout of casting from the night before brought, and her willpower had yet to fully recover and give her the clarity of mind she yearned to feel again. The pressures of the night had shaken her because she hadn’t been in  another situation like that where humans were the encroachers and assaulters of her being. She treated the situation like she would treat a wild encounter, fighting or running for her life. 

Aimee greeted Elann calmly when she approached, holding her arms steadfast over her chest in both a hug for comfort and protection. She ensured the Benshira she was okay and had slept relatively well. She didn’t tell Elann of the emptiness she was feeling inside and the lack of concentration in her mind, but let her know she was feeling okay and just okay. Afterwards the Kelvic told the Benshira they would be leaving in another bell’s time, having inquired herself because she was beyond antsy to be on the road. There wasn’t much of a comment on her brother’s wellbeing. She figured if Elann was calm in her recounting of the events her brother was fine as well. If not, she would be able to discern for herself once they were en route to Zeltiva again.

Back inside the tent, Noah had turned to really face the door and draped his crossed-legged legs in the fur blanket. He sat up with his eyes wandering about the decorations inside the tent. His eyes settled on the lantern posted on the centerpost of the tent and he remembered the events that occurred last night in full. Next, his eyes went to the tent’s entrance as Elann came in, the smell of food wafting towards him as Elann approached him with their plates.

Noah waited for her to settle and give him his plate before eating, and he was quiet. He was still suspended in the air of recovery and his mind was turned in on itself. It wasn’t to ignore Elann but to sort out the many things which affected him: the raid, the moment between them last night, the dream, his sister’s magic, wanting to be in Zeltiva, and much more. For once his eating was particularly tame as if his movements were weighed down by his thoughts themselves. He hadn’t looked up from his plate since Elann set it before him but he was enjoying her nearness despite not showing it.