Elann had moved by herself to the wagon, a steady relief as she felt prisoner in her actions. Once inside the flap, she lay out their bed for the night as well as a nice padded comfortable spot for Aimee should she have decided to come back that night.

As her husband came in, she silently lay there on her side, up close and facing one of the benches, turned away from where he would lay and with her eyes closed. She was not asleep, but surprisingly near to it. She could feel him fight to get in, not bothering to ask her for help, and she was glad he safely made it in. 

Now that he was safely in, she didn't bother to speak to him and decided she would go ahead and try to go to sleep, which if he had nothing to say to her, aside from shifting or laying, she would be asleep in about ten chimes if otherwise not disturbed.