Aimee went on to read and the two lovers drew close once more. Both were set on making things right with each other and so they seemed to be working things out. Soon her husband would be up in the air once more enjoying the winds of Zulrav and she hoped that the God appreciated her efforts to help get his Stormwarden on his feet again. Who knew what the God would appreciate and what he would not, but Elann was going to try to appease him. Noah didn't have to do anything to do so, but as long as Elann didn't have to worry about being struck by lightning or losing her husband in a storm, she didn't worry.

Elann curled up next to him after getting him a drink, and would encourage to have a little bit of the diluted tea mixed in to take the edge off of his pain. But whatever he decided, that was what she brought to him and ultimately settled at his side to warm up. His heat would likely be unbearable to anyone else, but to her it was like home. She was a magnet to him and lovingly latched on and would sit there in silence while Aimee read.

She didn't feel like talking, just resting there with him, and as the droplets fell, she watched them plop into puddles and was thankful they had a cover on their wagon. The small time she spent at the edge of the wagon had frozen her legs in the short dress. Now though they were a clammy lukewarm. 

There she would remain until evening or until he wanted to be apart from her. Eventually he would notice her write in her journal and then start working on a rug for Aimee. The flurry of her hands once more tying knots as a very fast speed.