Though Elann was there and it was stormy, it took Noah a while to fall into a deep sleep, as deep as it would go given his naturally light sleeping ability. All that was to tell he was truly asleep was the deepness in which he took his breaths and how the bond only communicated the feelings of his quiet existence there before her. As Aimee spoke out from across the wagon his breathing lessened in its weight, his mind drawing up into the state of half-sleep and half-not, stirring readily once Elann’s spoke as well, her voice sounding directly overhead and her torso rumbling as she talked. His arms tightened in their hold over Elann’s midsection after she spoke, a soft murmur of a moan coming from him and spoken over her belly.

“No, but he can still see leagues better than either of us...” Aimee trailed, watching Noah stir. “Thanks for the offer, maybe next time. I’ve lost my appetite for it now, I’ve been reading all day anyway.”

She stood, moving to put her book away then turning and sitting down overtop her crate. She looked out of the wagon to the horses behind theirs, hearing the sloshing hooves as they coursed through once packed dirt now turned to mush.

“I guess everyone will be sleeping in their wagons tonight. The ground’s probably soaked, way soaked,” she went on, pausing for a few breaths. “I think I’m going hunting tonight, see what I can find.”

Aimee looked at Noah sullenly. “It’s much easier to do when you’ve got an eagle to point everything out for you, safer too since he watches while I eat, makes sure nothing will happen to me.” She sighed, coursing a hand through her hair, root to tip. “I’m hungry though, and there’s no telling what the cook will whip up. I may not have the stomach for it tonight.”