Aimee looked around the wagon, noting the various pillows and rugs. It looked comfortable at least, there was no denying that. In her brief examination she missed the look Elann gave to Noah but when her eyes settled back on the two before her she understood Noah could’ve brought Elann comfort in her sleep as well, he was her bondmate after all. It did appear as if the couple were getting along, it remained to be seen how long that would last though. Aimee hadn’t talked to her brother since that morning, unable to dig deeper into his perspective of things. From what they spoke of that morning, things seemed to be fine, Noah even suggesting that the party for Elann’s sake be still put on.

Noah looked to Elann as she told him not to mess with his injury. As a lie, he nodded to say he wouldn’t mess with it. He would again, just to sate whatever piquing curiosity that would come later on. 

[color=00aeef]“Okay,” [/color]he quietly said in reply to the doctor being involved tomorrow morning. 

That was something he was looking forward too, hopefully getting a more concrete time for when he’d be able to get his stitches removed and then hopefully when he could be able to fly again, though that was probably further off still. The thought was almost depressive so he tried not to think about it, turning instead to look to Aimee as Elann spoke to her.

Aimee shrugged, passing the brush a few more times through her head of hair. She had to consider the second part of Elann’s question in order to draw the difference between what she saw as mostly normal and unintriguing to be the opposite for what Elann saw.

“There was a herd of deer off to the side that travelled just ahead of the caravan,” she revealed. “There were a couple of foxes on the other side scavenging something. I couldn’t see it but it smelled pretty good whatever it was. I think it may have been one of the deer, which would explain why they were on the other side of the road.” She paused, patting the back of the brush in her open palm. “Other than that, it was a pretty normal day.”

[color=00aeef]“I want to hunt a deer,”[/color] Noah muttered to himself.

Aimee turned on her toes, twirling slightly, making Noah’s shirt she was wearing flare up around her waist. She went to her chest and put the brush into it, lingering as she looked over some things vaguely before turning again.

“Are you setting up the tent tonight or staying here?” she asked Elann, disregarding Noah for the moment because his head was turned back towards himself, his hands playing with one another in his lap, fidgeting.