Noah explained he didn't know what to say about his drawing and Elann nodded to him in understanding. It appeared she didn't hit the mark exactly, or at least he didn't want to admit it; either way, she would let him think more on what his art meant to him without voicing what she thought it was.

He asked to see one of her good writings and she nodded, taking hold of it and opening it. She propped herself up and flipped through the recently written pages until she stopped at one.

"Here is one,

[i]-He sleeps all day by the workings of his medicine. It may be some time before he comes to. I am so thankful he is getting better. It bothers me a lot to see him in so much pain, but at least I get to see him sleeping. He is so cute when he sleeps. His lips slightly puff out in a cute way and his breathing seems so soft.

-I also saw a bright blue butterfly with black around its blue. It was sitting on a white flower. A flower, can you imagine? It's just sitting there, like it's just another day here. Everything is so abundant out here, I wish Noah could experience this.

-He woke up for just a minute, looked around groggily and said something I didn't understand and then collapsed again. I think I'll cook him something special tonight, though I wonder if he can keep anything spiced down. I'll probably just make something normal afterall. The more I see of him when he is injured there, the more I can see that eagle side of him. Once there was a goat injured by a coyote and it acted a lot like Noah when he's drugged. He didn't want our help and just wanted to sleep away the pain. I will try to get him up soon when he is more healed."[/i]


"That was one of the days..." she stated as she looked to him to see what he thought.