Elann was a good teacher, and being a good teacher, it came from the ability to learn well. Elann may be a cutsy goof who forgot many things - even important things - but she was very wise and intelligent underneath it all. Even as Aimee taught her, Elann began to show signs of adapting to the language change. Relearning the alphabet was a particular handy thing, as she had learned it in brief before, and this time, learning it and perfecting it in the accent of a true Fravata speaker really changed the game for her.

It was nice to see her husband be able to lay on his back without the spiky stitches causing him pain, nor the open wounds. Now would only be a long period of general soreness and the occasional sharp pain until he was healed completely. 

"Hello," she said in her normal cute way. Normally she would steal his heat, but she knew she was particularly cold, and he was nice and warm under the blanket. It would be particularly cruel of her, so she just kept to herself, warming up.

He asked what she was humming and she stated, "Nish Remat Yahim. It's a song about an evil ladies man who stole that loving part of the hearts from women and left to abandon them. There is a change in him as he sees how he destroyed these people's lifes and how his own life is destroyed after the fact. He finds each of the women he hurt and each have not been able to find true love since he left them and have become cold, so its verses tell how he helped them and was redeemed by finding each of them that part of themselves they had lost long ago." 

He asked her also how she was doing, and she smiled.

"I'm doing good. I'm a little cold. A little bit anxious to get to the camp tonight and to be around a warm fire. How are you feeling?"

Now that she had her husband sitting up facing her, she viewed as if looking over his shoulder to indicate she was going to talk about his back. "How is it? Still painful?"