Elann shifted slightly as her husband rose. Her eyes followed him as he went to go get water, but then went to her work shortly afterward. She felt bed for the man behind them, and if it wasn't for his patience (likely because he eventually got to see Aimee naked) he would have likely requested their wagon take up the rear most of them all. As it was, the driver was learning to just ignore it and look off slightly to the side when Noah was in his naked mode, or in this case, wearing underwear. To Elann, this was public. Unless the flaps were closed, children could rush between the wagons, people moving up in the line to get something from wagons in front could see him, and she could see their faces every time. At least with Noah sitting in the bed he was slightly covered by the pillows and such. Riding in the wagons was a time for thinking, and as she worked on the rug, she thought of how close they were to Zeltiva, how the mountain could be seen, how the outpost was likely to be coming up soon. She wanted to tell him, but then she didn't. Another breath, heavier than the others came out of her at the thought and she tried to remember when she was in her tent with her father and how he was so verbally abusive and how she just didn't enjoy being around him. It helped her relate to get into the mood of letting her weaving distract her. It seemed to work because by the time he had settled into drawing, she had forgotten she was even in the wagon with anyone. Bells later, Elann would take a break to write in her journal and would also take a small drink of water, her first in a couple days. After a short break, sitting in silence, slowly drinking her water and obviously thinking, she would continue with her weaving until evening. While before she had kissed him, showed she still loved him, there was a cold silence in their bond and in her lack of acknowledging his presence. It wasn't hate, and subtle feelings were felt in the bond as emotions and thoughts dictated, but for the most part they were dulled and distant.