While Elann wished she could alleviate the feelings of those in the center of the camp, she stayed with her husband. She didn't neglect that he too was injured. He had nearly lost his own life, lost his wife, and was suffering from brutal injuries to vital parts of his body. However it happened all before the attack. It didn't mean to Elann though that he should be left alone. She had already comforted those who suffered loss, used her gift upon them, and helped them process the grief. They didn't look it, but they were healing.

Soothed, she sent waves of comfort through the bond to her husband as he played with her hair; sending tickles through her divine marked skin as the hair danced along her back. She herself was lost in the blaze of the fire after looking to it. She had spoken to Aimee, comforting her, but now she had settled into this moment of relaxation and thankfulness to her and their safety. 

Soft fingers danced along his stomach as she romantically and soothingly caressed Noah's skin. Aimee's voice piped up quietly that she was going to help the cook and Elann looked to her and nodded.

"Make something amazing!" she said with a playful smile, encouraging her on.

Elann's eyes then stole up to her husband's and lingered there a moment in silent communication of her love for him.

"Come on..." she said softly to him a few moments later, backing a step away from him with a hand sliding into his. "Let's walk down the road a tiny bit and back."

The road had the least hills and bumps that he could trip on and would seem nice in the pale moonlight to walk on. She positioned herself on his weak side with the most injuries so that if he did fall, he could use her as a cushion there, and if he was willing, walked with him down the road.