Aimee rounded the wagon after saying her goodbyes, venturing towards the front with the lead car as they started to move out down the road. Back inside the wagon, Noah settled onto the floor, towards the front of the wagon near the driver, with a pillow to his back as he leaned against the internal frame of the car. He watched Elann close the flap and then strip from her dress and other undergarments. He sat quietly and focused his eyes on the dress she was showing him. He nodded, he had seen her when she finished it, but like her, didn’t comment since their fighting was still a fresh memory, moreso then than now.

“It looks nice,” he said, meaning that.

Noah went to take his shirt off, tucking his good arm into the shirt and then pushing it over his head, letting it slide off the bad arm and hang on his wrist. Turning gingerly, he raised his right arm slightly and looked at the stitches over his ribcage. His hand came over them, delicately going over the skin as to not irritate anything. Then, he pressed on the edge of one of the talon marks which had grown in order to compensate for the shift between his three-foot eagle form and his six-foot human stature. Noah grimaced as he did so and pulled his hand away to look at Elann again.

“You said a few days right?” he asked curiously. 

Since they had partially made up and did have their relations the thought of his wounds weren’t as heavy or mentally crippling as they had once been. He held onto the hope he would soon have the stitches out if Elann was confident in herself. It had been a few days since Emery last checked on him or applied any kind of salve or ointment. Noah assumed that was a good sign and looked forward to what Emery said he could do to reduce the scarring. Though they were a natural form of healing, Noah still cared about his appearance. The scars also served as a reminder of his faults in thinking. The scars over his leg were enough to look at every time he was without pants or wore shorts. He didn’t like them.

“Hey,” he said after a moment, “when we get to Zeltiva, my eldest sister may give you a hard time.” It was only a few moments ago he talked to Aimee about the eventual situation, he just hoped that it wouldn’t be as bad as him or his sister believed. “She is really protective of me, so I just want you to know that before we get there since we’re getting closer.” He paused. “I don’t think my father will be much of a problem. He’s just hard to deal with at first. Ryon is… I don’t know how he’ll be. He’s unpredictable sometimes.”

He licked his lips, wondering what Elann was going to say, if anything at all. During their last argument he told her he wasn’t sure how his family would feel about her, and it was true, he wasn’t sure in the slightest. Elann went against a lot of what his family expected in their women, and Noah was the one bringing her home and into their lives. It worried him.