Noah looked to the woman who rose and came towards him and Elann. He eyed her with the unintentional hardness his gaze possessed considering he didn’t know anything about her. She came up to him and Elann, looking briefly to him but mainly regarding the Benshira with condolences and well wishes. It was all done in passing, Elann giving a thanks before looking up to him with her smile. He met her sights and showed a small smile in return, bringing his arm around Elann to rest his hand on her shoulder.

Aimee’s eyes trailed after the woman who spoke to Elann and Noah, turning her head slightly to look at Elann as she regarded her with thankfulness as well. Aimee showed an uneasy smile; Elann’s thanks were appreciated and lifted her heart all the more just like the warm grateful looks she received from the family she saved. It wasn’t until after the battle did Aimee learn the family she saved had lost their husband immediately before Aimee arrived on the scene, setting the assaulting bandit ablaze with the fire held in the firepit just in front of that tent. Aimee wasn’t a vengeful person but was glad she was able to exact some form of exchange for Dira, the death goddess. The bandit had broken the already unsteady cycle and Aimee corrected it while sparing other lives before it was their time. The wolf found a little solace in her minor faith of the gods of life, death, and fate, letting her mind rest a little easier following Elann’s thanks.

Around the fire were the few women, men, and children who couldn’t help with putting up the tents for that night. The camp was very intimate in this area, the tents sharing the large fire instead of spreading out and hosting smaller sections. Noah could feel it around him, their grief and the heaviness in the moods. The air was thick with sorrow and it was a weighted feeling he was trying to stick around because he felt Elann would want to try to alleviate it in some way shape or form.

Idly, he stroked Elann’s hair at the tips coming down over her shoulder and back, partially thankful she hadn’t fallen or been lost or injured like himself. He recalled the attack vividly, recalling how much he strained himself to emit the gust powerful enough to throw the arrow away from its intended path, Elann, and how he vengefully did channel the lightning through his now discarded stormgem to punish the men for trying to harm his bondmate. It was at the cost of their lives but it meant very little to Noah so long as his bondmate was unmarred.

“I’m going to help the cook,” Aimee announced quietly to those who heard her over the crackling fire.

She departed then, hoping she could reintegrate herself into the camp’s good graces and dispel the belief that she was a witch or mage with ill intent. She used her ability to end lives in order to save more valuable ones, it was not a crime in her mind nor did she think she should be treated like a criminal because of it. It took a lot to not harbor anger for others’ misunderstandings of her. Aimee had a lot of practice though, being a Kelvic where the occasional ignoramus would attempt to bash her or her family about it.