“Nish Remat Yahim,” Noah repeated softly as to not interrupt her. She spoke on what it was about and he committed both the name and the meaning to memory like he did names and faces when meeting someone for the first time. 

Noah nodded at the end of her words to show he understood her. It was an odd song to him and very complex. At least it had a happy ending, which couldn’t be said for a lot of Zeltivan songs sung in Fratava. A great deal of them came from the seafaring Svefra who found humor in darkness, jovial songs sung about sinking ships was a norm, as were joking jestful hymns about seasickness, which translated to the drunken subculture of Zeltiva’s shores relatively easily. 

Elann said she was cold, prompting him to look over the parts of her body under the blanket with him. As she went to ask her question he scooted towards her, pausing as she inquired about his wellbeing and the status of pain due to his back and side. Noah reached his arm over his shoulder, feeling at the edges of his wound lightly before looking back at her.

“It still hurts,” he admitted, meeting her eyes. “Not as bad as before, I can lay down without it hurting a lot. I like that.”

He considered her question on his wellbeing for a moment, drawing quiet as he looked passed her outside to the rain as it splattered on the edge of the wagon, splashing weakly inside. The trotting of the hooves belonging to the horses leading the wagon to their wagon’s rear caught his attention for a moment and he admired the great animal he had seen few times before.

“I feel... sick,” he revealed. “My head is foggy, like there is something in it. It hurts a little here.” He brought his hand up to his left temple, the fingers poking lightly at the side of his head. It was only a slight discomfort but enough for the Kelvic to know he wasn’t entirely healthy.