Inside, her husband had collapsed with the bells that carried on since he had arrived in the tent. She was warm from the fire still, and having put on her tunic she wore the first day she saw him, she was well warmed by its wool. She didn't enter and silently closed the flap once more. 

Their bond was dull, showing him sleeping surely, and as she left the encampment out of the site of the men drinking, she quietly returned to the rock where they had sat earlier. Finally Elann was able to feel with the heavy heart she had without risk to the other caravaners and there she cried by the water. When the cold finally got to her, she mustered her feelings and came back to camp to finally come into the tent.

As she entered, she moved directly to bed after turning off the lantern, thankful no sign of her crying was still evident, and she lay there under the blanket, fully clothed. She didn't move, and not long after, she would be asleep again until the morning when the call for breakfast came.