“Sickness, maybe,” Aimee said as she put the brush away. “Could’ve been a festering injury. I didn’t check as much as I wanted to.” She turned back to them. “Could be anything really but I doubt something big would be this close to the caravan. It’s too loud.”

Noah looked up briefly from his own hands messing with one another to Elann’s as it rubbed on his knee. He did speak with longing, deeply missing the chance to fly around, and the fact that Aimee was talking about the wilds made him yearn to be there more. As thought before, he wanted to show Elann what he often referred to as his first home, but now he couldn’t and he wouldn’t be healed until the trip was over, or nearly was over, he presumed. It was disheartening and annoying to think about. 

Aimee shook her head, smiling at Elann’s offer. “I like to be outside. I’ll be alright. It’ll feel nice,” she answered.

Another part to it was so that her brother and Elann could keep to their privacy. Obviously things were going well enough between the couple, the scents on them and how they smelled of each other was enough to tell the wolf that much, so she made her assumptions in confidence.

Aimee moved to the side as Elann approached her and the chests, playing with the hem of Noah’s shirt with her fingers idly before the Benshira spoke up again. When she did, pointing out she saw Noah’s artwork, the wolf smiled warmly, her eyes going to Noah who was still enthralled by the workings of his fingers.

“I’m surprised he showed you. I’m glad mother asked him to start drawing again, I thought he’d stop forever. He’s not above putting down things for something else,” she said aloud, seeing as Noah was barely paying attention. Even if he was, she wasn’t apologetic with her words though they were said with cheer. “He won’t sell them either; I’ve already tried asking that a long time ago.”

Aimee took a moment and looked Elann up and down, noting she was standing and had said she was going to put the tent up. “Did you want help this time?”