By the time the fun ended Aimee’s hair was riddled with blades of grass, much to her own annoyance. She didn’t show it though, pulling out of the war when Elann did in order to comb through her hair somehow. Elann excused herself, to which Aimee waved a silent goodbye, crossing over to the other side of the wagons in order to avoid the still-grass-throwing children. All the while, she was combing through her hair, picking out blades of grass when she could see them or feel them, foreign against her strands.

Inside the tent, Noah was in the place as before, the bed, turned on his side with the curliness of his hair peeking out since the rest of his being was hidden underneath the covers. The entire time Elann was outside his portion of the bond had been deathly quiet, telling of him either being sleep or relatively unfeeling. The former was true up until Elann came inside, causing him to stir away but not reveal himself entirely. He used the bond to tell it was Elann in the tent and not Aimee, all without peeking.

He wiped his face under the blanket and shifted onto his stomach, clutching the pillow beneath his head and closing his eyes again. The need to sleep was nonexistent but the want was prevalently yearning to be fulfilled again. Though his eyes were closed, he laid awake, unable to fall asleep right away after being woken up by Elann’s returning presence.