Elann wondered to herself about some things about her husband upon arriving in the back of the wagon. There she would lay quiet, slowly kicking her legs up and down as the wagons jolted forward finally and they proceeded on their way. She lay on her stomach with her arms tucked under her so not as much pressure would be upon her chest, but eventually she would turn on her side to face the back of the bench and placed her hands under her head. 

Little to no emotions were coming through her bond, which she knew bugged him in the past, but how could she feel them? Love, anger, joy. None of them she could feel in any great amount at that moment and it was usually in those three she usually resided. 

Eventually with enough distance from camp, and should enough time pass, she would sit up and look out the back, sitting cross-legged on the bench while staring out at the passing grass. The driver behind caught her eye and she waved to him kindly before cupping her jaw on a hand and looking at the passing fields once more. She was trying to pick out how many different colors of flowers they came across, not knowing where their flowers they had gathered earlier had ended up. Surely some parent got stuck with them.