“He’ll be elated,” Aimee said, looking to Noah as he resettled on Elann’s lap, falling back into whatever light sleep he roused from momentarily.

The wolf found it curious Elann expressed that she didn’t want Aimee to risk going out, even though she had been hunting alone a fair few times since their initial meeting in Syliras.

“I appreciate your concern,” she addressed, rising from the trunk. “I’ve been here long enough since Noah’s been injured. He’s getting better and you haven’t left his side since, so I’m assuming that your relationship has gotten better as well.”

She turned her back to Elann, bending down to reopen her trunk. “No offense, but it’s quite boring being around camp all day, sleeping... having people look at me like that. They don’t think I notice but I swear humans are nose-blind, eye-blind, and deaf sometimes, think they’re being so sneaky with their glances.” There was a clear tone of disdain in Aimee’s voice, though she was talking quietly.

She began strip off her tights, pulling them down from around her waist to pull off from the leg holes around her ankles. “I guess I lied, it’s not the cook’s cooking that I don’t want, even if it isn’t the best, I’d just rather be away for a little while.”

Aimee looked at Elann, folding her tights. Though she was bare from the waist down Noah’s shirt was long enough to cover her. “Your cooking is great, don’t get me wrong, but like I said, just for a little while...” A soft smile was shown then, partly in apology for rejecting Elann’s offer and ultimately disregarding the Benshira’s concerns though Aimee did address them.

She turned around again, letting the pants drop into the trunk before she went to take off her shirt, pulling at the bottom to roll up over her head and down into the trunk. Her hands came through her hair a final time, fanning it all out before turning back to look at Elann, listening if she had anything else to say in reply, perhaps a final urging or well wish before Aimee would depart.