Something about Aimee's style just seemed to appeal to Elann. It had a modesty, a loose fit, and showed her figure with the tights. To Elann it was cute, even if it looked as though she just had come from a man's bed. Elann was near her husband, a place she hadn't left in the past few days for even a moment. It was there, dangling off the back of the wagon in her Zeltiva styled dress, were her legs swinging in the drizzling rain. 

Unlike normal, he would have noticed that Elann had taken trust in her husband and in Zulrav, and whatever dreaded fear was there in Syliras for the rains and lightning, now was a healthy respect. Her dress naturally came down to her knees in length, being the shortest of all her dresses, and yet was hiked up a tiny bit more so as to not get too wet. Her feet stuck out straight at times, her toes wiggling as the droplets splattered over her skin, and then she would lower her legs briefly to swing again. 

The driver behind them thought it was funny but kept his eyes from Elann due to the remembrance of Noah's intense, and what seemed to be, threatening gaze. She sat there humming a tune of her people. It was not one Noah had heard before and had a mysterious, haunting air to it. It wasn't that it was scary, just that it involved lots of changes in pitch as her music often did. The Benshira had a great skill with music, and their alluring voices could be very tempting to those they sought to entertain. Elann was simply humming out the back in delight though, wondering if and when the rain would let up. 

She leaned up against the legs of her husband as she sat there, and hearing the subtle shift of him looking about, she looked up and behind herself to him with a smile. Upon seeing him, she lovingly rest her head there on his leg. Feeling her legs were frozen enough for the moment, she got up from the edge and came to sit next to Noah and climbed under his blanket to keep warm; but kindly kept her legs away from him in their cold, clammy form.