Elann wouldn't ever title herself a teacher, but she had taught the children at the orphanage various arts, math, writing, and many other things to a lesser degree. While she wasn't a teacher, she had certainly taught a lot. The near year of doing so obviously had rubbed off on her and she was able to clearly teach Aimee how to set up the tent properly and yet educate her in an interesting way.

Noah seemed to be doing fine, and with her wrapped about his waist, she too felt more comforted, but she could even see his sister and her silence. It wasn't until the family smiled at her did life seem to breathe back into her. While there were those who didn't know the difference between magic and gnosis, they did know Elann previously as a very kind woman, and Aimee as well. Whatever their issues, their aid likely would cause some inner turmoil over their natural dislike of the magic/gnosis users.

One such woman came up to the three of them and looked mainly to Elann with little eye flashes toward Noah.

"I'm glad your husband is doing better. It's good to see him out of the wagon again."

That was all she said before she headed off and went toward where some people were helping her set up a tent for her. She had lost her husband and essentially whole family and was all that was left. The somber tale tugged at Elann's heartstrings as both her and likely Aimee would know the woman's story. There she was, congratulating Noah on his recovery, and Elann couldn't help but feel a little sad for her. 

"Thank you," she said as the woman passed them and then looked up to Noah with a soft smile, then looked over to Aimee.

Her piercing eyes studied her pose, her body language, and compared her to how she was before. Giving her a soft smile, Elann voiced, "I'm glad you were there to help us. You saved a lot of people's lives. We're all thankful."

Noah didn't know that even Elann knew some pretty deep depths of what it meant to be a Reinmancer and the cost and toil it took on your body. How one would have to live a life where part of them was secretive, and the worry and threat of people finding out. It was probably rare that someone would ever thank a Reinmancer, but she had done so much for them.