Noah’s face didn’t show any immediate judgement, he was just watching her and her shaking leg with a grand sense of quizzicality within him. She didn’t exactly answer his question, leaving him none the wiser to her actions. All she did was moan and lie there with her shaking leg. He sipped from his drink and she seemed to get even more active in her peculiar movement. She propped herself up, leaning down onto her hands and putting her body in a weird position for him to even look at. It was then that his brow perked, quirking to denote just how unusual he thought she was behaving.

She groaned out for water, instilling the trickling urge in him to come to her. He looked into the depths of his cup. Seeing it was empty, he set it back on the floor and poured another cupful for Elann. He grabbed it with his right hand, using his left to crawl his way back to her and setting the cup near her head. “Here,” he said as he set it down.

Noah sat back on his heels at her side as he examined her body beneath the blankets again. The wind rippled against the flap lightly, drawing his attention there. The sun wasn’t shining as brightly as it once was, the slit in the flaps now emitted a pale blue light of dusk instead of the bright yellow of midday.

“It’s getting late,” he pointed out. “We slept all day.”

It wasn’t a problem in his mind but he did feel rather lazy having done nothing with his day but sleep. The lethargy in him due to his wound was annoying, today less so because of the goodness instilled into it due to him and Elann getting along. The fact remained though, he hadn’t done anything with his day.

“I think we’ll be stopping in a few bells,” he added quietly.