“He’s terrible,” Aimee joked. 

The humor in the joke was short lived on Aimee’s part as Elann expressed what seemed like guilt to the wolf. “You’re too good for your own good,” Aimee said, attempting to keep the humor around. “Even if you had a feeling that something was going to happen, it’s not your fault for not warning anyone. You didn’t know it was bandits or how bad it was going to be. You protecting people in the middle of the fight is more than anyone can ask for. Besides, if the bandits never came, the people would have died sooner or later and those bandits would’ve only attacked the next caravan on the road, and I doubt you’d be on it to forewarn anyone.”

Aimee flexed her grip on Elann’s hand a few times in reassurance. “The bandits will think twice about attacking a caravan. Their numbers are weaker because of you, Noah, me, and anyone else who as much as swung a sword.”

She took a little breath. “I was joking about Ryon anyway. Donavan is gone so his room is free. He’ll be gone for a long time, he went all the was north to Mura after all. Then there’s Noah’s old room too. It’s highly unlikely you’ll eat us out of food. Noah’s appetite has been the same since he was little and you hardly eat anything as it is. My family will adjust and buy extra food if we need it, it’s not like we’re struggling for coin anyway,” she assured. “So, whatever Noah decides, since you’re leaving it in his hands, I’m more than sure we’ll be glad to have you for even a day.”