A grin came on Elann's face as he complimented her garment. She understood something then and quietly put the garment back, folding it back into its place. She then retrieved her clothing and got dressed as he took off his shirt and played with his side.

It was a relief again to feel what he felt, even if it was pain on pain, but there were other things there as well. There were curiosities and various small emotions, but as he picked at the side of his, she could feel a nagging dull ache there on her own side. 

She wanted to come next to him as he looked to her again, but she was busy making up the comfortable rolls of the bed for him if he decided the subtle jarring of the wagon's frame proved to be too much eventually. Granted the pillow would help, but nothing like her bed would. Still, she understood why he wanted to sit up. Laying in bed was contrary to his true self.

"Mhmm, maybe less if you keep active, keep eating well, and don't do anything to aggravate your stitches. Just be careful and when you are walking, just be mindful of where you are stepping. It could shorten the time you have to deal with them."

She flopped down the last rug and had made the bed somewhat close to where his knees were so she could lay upon it and gaze up to him, which was where she headed and what she did when she finished.

His "hey" snagged her attention as she was laying down and gave her pause, but upon hearing the subject she continued to lay down. Elann would feel a little bit of sadness, confusion, and longing in her heart at the topic.

"I know. You've said so before," she said peaceably and let out a sigh, "What can I do?" She bit her lip at the subject. "I do want to fit in with them. I just don't know how."