Elann had slowly woken up to the point where she could feel her husband was awake. The thought of his drawing sadly was still in her mind, the will to not want to gauge whether she could talk to him or not was not there. She didn't dislike him nor did she feel any particular anger toward him; she just wanted to leave as soon as possible and give him the space he wanted.

She threw back the blanket off of her and glanced his way, seeing he was staring up at the ceiling as if in thought. Slowly and carefully she sat up to stand and upon doing so, he rolled over with the blanket over his head and she turned away to brush her hair briefly and then walk out.

Outside, his sister was by the wagons and Elann too took up position along side of them. She mainly walked next to the wagon behind theirs, but further out to the side in the field. There she was keeping to herself along with the other ladies and even men who were riding along.

Eventually, Elann would grab a whole tuft of grass and smell it in her hands, realizing it did have a unique scent to it. Humming to herself, she cleaned off her hands and continued walking.