Aimee was glad her words found some sort of purchase in Elann, she was hesitant to give them, unsure how the sensitive girl would react. She knew she had a jaded view of the world and knew many didn’t share it. People died and the very same people that were killed by the bandits, and the bandits that were killed by the people, would’ve been taken at some point in time. Death wasn’t something to be controlled but prepared for in her mind. 

Elann spoke of another tremble in the passage of time, something she said felt eerily personal. It worried Aimee because she was unsure of what it meant, and it didn’t help Elann didn’t seem to know what it was either. Elann called her gift a blessing and curse, Aimee couldn’t help but agree now. The vagueness of the future seemed nigh useless to her; if it couldn’t be definite, what was the point of being filled with worry. The offer came from Elann, to which Aimee shook her head in declination.

“I’d rather leave it where it is,” she admitted, meaning no offense to Elann’s powers. “It happened for a reason, whether I know that reason or not is irrelevant to me. So long as I am alive, I am grateful.”

Aimee nodded along with Elann’s words. There was plenty of room in Aimee’s mind. Noah had very few possessions as it was, and his old room had been reverted to storage since he showed no signs of coming home. His room was small anyway, the smallest room in their with a bed large enough for a single person, though now it was doubtful he could fit on it given his stature.

“A few days is better than none at all,” she said with a smile. “Is all you know about your feeling is that it’s very personal to you?”