Elann was no actress, nor did she have experience playing dead. His poking finger sent shocks of giggles flowing through her, quickly ended, causing her to appear even more dead than before. As her husband touched her leg, the shock of it caused her to twitch her leg back a bit before it went limp once more, and as he slowly smoothed up her leg, she began to have less and less control over her breathing.

Each new height her face grew redder in the increasing dark of night and her body would tense under his hand. There was a mix of excitement, fear, and stubbornness in that moment. Her fear came from the fact that he was lifting her already short dress up to reveal her features as a woman with the wagon flaps open and a very eye catching light present. 

The more he raised, up to her thigh, the more tense and nervous she became until she shot up and pushed his hand away.

"I'm back, I'm back! Goodness. Give me the journal. You win."

She wanted to close the flaps anyways to give them some privacy, having known the hearts of the people and how they saw such things as abnormal. Glowing lights that were not from flame just set people on edge and reminded them of magic and the terrors it had brought on the world. She would move to close them herself if he didn't stop her, but then would come back and play as though she was still dying on the bench.

"Can't...I...get...just...a little...kiss?"