Noah was awake when Elann woke up, but he hadn’t moved from his spot in the bed. He had seen Elann sleeping with her back to him and took the sight harder than may have been intended. He lied on his back with his hands holding one another over his abdomen, looking up at the ceiling of the wagon. He was unsure how much time passed between him drawing the picture for her and sleeping himself; the flaps were closed and Aimee was gone. He wasn’t sure how much time passed before Elann stirred at his side either.

He looked over to her briefly, seeing that she was growing more awake before looking back at the ceiling. He looked at her when she rose to leave but that was brief too. He decided to roll over onto his side again and bring the blanket up over his head and take in his own heat, only the tufts of his curly hair visible to those who may have seen him.

Outside, Aimee walked idly alongside the wagons. She had occasionally talked to some of the drivers as she passed the wagons up to go to the lead car. She strode beside the lead car in relative quiet, keeping to herself now.