Elann just didn't understand him sometimes. He would go from playful, to serious, to romantic, and now blatantly ignored her. It was a form of abuse that Elann tolerated remarkably well, though he would feel the same feeling he always felt when he ignored her to think. She had to remind herself to be patient, to give him time to consider what she said, understanding that he was a little different and didn't see any real reason to change who he was and how he communicated. 

She herself felt about with her feet until she found her slippers and then slid them on, waiting for whatever he was doing to finish. More time passed and she just sat there quiet with her hands folded over her lap. Eventually she could hear him putting on his shoes and the pop of them coming over his heels. She waited for him to stand and open the flap, wincing at the light suddenly coming in.

Quietly she moved to the back with him and climbed out to help him slowly descend, though it was mostly by his strength that he did. She was far too light to really have much of a bearing on him, but she was able to keep him from falling at least; and even if he did, she'd make sure he fell on her before the ground. 

Once down, she closed the flap and moved across the wet ground to queue up for the food. Given the strange light that was emanating from their wagon and the shadows cast upon the outside of the canvas, a few lookers were staring, but Elann didn't notice. It didn't help Noah was shirtless, but as they inched closer to the front, she could see the cook's glances their way.

She was not an expert in deciphering facial expressions, but his seemed to indicate thought on the pair of them for some reason before he scooped out some sort of mush to people. It at least smelled good.