Elann believed Noah had every intention of not scratching his wounds again, but she knew the temptation that came with such things. It was hard to feel pain and not assess it. It was a normal part of healing, but in his fragile state, Elann didn't want him playing at the skin, testing the stitches. It would only make his healing prolonged. Once the wounds for the most part closed, he could do whatever he wanted as long as it wasn't a violent action.

As Aimee expressed what she saw, it was clear she did so in a wonderful way that piqued Elann's interest. Her eyes went wider at the sound of foxes taking down a deer, but then she remembered she said 'scavenged'. 

"What do you think killed the deer?"

Elann rubbed her husband's knee as he muttered to himself, she being close enough to hear, though she didn't say anything on the subject. She couldn't fully understand, but got the gist of the statement. It was more in the way he said it that she knew he longed for something.

"I'll be setting up the tent. I just need to wake up a little bit," she said with grin as she rubbed the sleepiness from her eyes. There was a little stretch in her back and with her arms, playfully invading Noah's space with her stretch and fluttering her fingers in his face, and then she slowly moved to rise.

"Did you want to join us in the tent? It'll likely be chilly tonight. It will be a lot more comfortable than here."

Elann moved to the chest and pulled out the playing cards and her most recent journals. Having it in her hands, she anxiously waited until Aimee responded and then gleefully looked to Noah and then back to his sister.

"I saw Noah's artwork of you when you were a little younger. You were so cute! And goodness he is a good artist isn't he?"