Elann happily hummed as Aimee said she wanted a rug. It would give Elann great pleasure to make one for her sister. It would be worth a considerable amount of money as well just incase she ever needed money. Some larger rugs of high quality could be sold for as much as a low quality house. Such rugs would take more than a year if she herself was doing it, but a nice room rug would be just right for the Kelvic sister of hers.

"Alright. Who knows what time either of us will have when we get to Zeltiva? I will definitely try to make you one though.

Elann's desire for her husband was a constant thing in her, sometimes greater than other times, but this was a yearning for candy, and while it felt the same, as he thought about affection toward her, she glanced his way and continued her scratching, this time moving upward to his neck.

When Noah asked for a sweet, Elann watched as she brought them over for him and Noah blatantly lied. Elann tsk'ed at him in disapproval.

"Liar..." she titled him playfully and wiggled a finger at his ear to flop it back and forth as a toying punishment. When Aimee offered her one, though she had a desire for them, she shook her head.

"No, but thank you."

Elann was tempted to use the command of her bond to make her brat of a husband give her one of his stolen ones, but in the end, she just laid across his back, her head and body resting up against him as she slid into a hug from behind.

"Do they fight to the death in the fighting rings, or is it just a friendly competition?" 

In some of the tribes there were small scale gladiatorial combat, as if people weren't dying enough in their small numbers.