Aimee was as quick a learner as she could be between Elann’s explanations, extrapolations, and minor tangents. It was clear the Benshira was a passionate individual, even expressing as much in the mundane task of putting up shelter for the night. Aimee implied Elann’s culture was heavily based around the tents, though the only Benshira the wolf encountered were in Zeltiva and they were city-washed or used to the grandness of Zeltiva’s vast apartment complexes and single family homes. There wasn’t a need for the tents, nor was their much room for them inside the city limits. That said, the Benshirans usually kept to their own part of the city, not for antisocial purposes, but because of the familiarity of it and for those deeply entrenched still in Benshiran culture.

Aimee hadn’t been there enough to learn anything about the tents until now with Elann giving her this crash course. Surprisingly, despite Aimee being a complete newbie when it came to creating tents, they finished their tent before anyone else got theirs up. Aimee paid it no mind, just giving it up to Elann’s capabilities as a teacher and Benshira.

After replying to Elann when she noticed him, Noah stayed standing around the fire, watching a few others come to join around him. He didn’t speak to any of them, simply smiling when smiled to, if at all. Even in his injured state of being he had his air of unapproachability, mostly because they had seen what he was as a Kelvic, and they were unusual enough as it were because of their rarity and borderline unacceptable behavior until it was learned they were actual Kelvics. Noah wasn’t uneased by them or by himself because he was unashamed of what he was. What uneased him was Elann’s previous want for him to be more human-like, that meant conversing with the people set out before him. He didn’t, instead letting his eyes and mind wander to the surrounding wilds.

Elann drew him out of his wandering thoughts when she came up and spoke to him. He looked to her and nodded softly at her words. “I’m fine,” he said.

Noah wasn’t particularly knowledgeable of the difference between their gnosis magic and a mage’s magic. He wondered what made his sister want to get into Reimancy in the first place but she had a more potent sense of curiosity than himself. His curiosity was virtually harmless, his own flightiness preventing him from dedicating too much time to something that caught his fancy for a brief moment in time. Aimee was much more focused, often to her own dismay, and here it was acting up against her.

Noah could perceive his sister’s discomfort and how she was distant from the rest of the caravan, isolated herself probably to avoid the stigma set against her as a magic user. It was disheartening for him to see and, if anything, he didn’t feel entirely okay because his sister didn’t. Now that he thought about it, it was probably the reason she said she would stay away in the wagon that night. All the more he just wanted to be in Zeltiva, for the unfortunate trip to be over.

Aimee didn’t go away that time entirely though, coming up on the other side of Noah to stand with her arms crossed under her bust. She was hugging herself, gazing into and soaking in the warmth of the fire. At her arrival and steadfastness, the rest of the folk seemed to lull back into their quiet states of being, still assessing the recent deaths. Aimee met the eyes of the little boy and his mother she helped save and, for the first time, received a warm smile from both of them. It lifted her heart to see the mother probably not holding the stigma against her because it was Aimee who did save their lives, regardless of her means, however merciless and brutal they seemed to be.