Noah couldn't help the discomfort he was potentially causing the driver of the wagon behind theirs. He truly didn't care to, feeling as if he wasn't totally naked so it wasn't all too bad for the man. He slept all day underneath the blankets, trapping his own heat under it with him. For that prolonged amount of time, especially since he was waking up hour after hour, the heat would've caused him to sweat and to be uncomfortable. He opted for underwear for various reasons, his own body heat being one of them. Unlike Elann, he didn't deem the inside of their wagon public, thinking the open flaps no different than windows with no drapes or open doors to a house. Thusly, he didn't feel bad for the driver in the slightest.

A little before his drawing, Elann had drew another heavier breath before becoming more absent in the moment than she already was. Their bond was harrowingly quiet and he felt as if it would've been better if they had both cut themselves off from one another so long as the bitterness would remain; at least the silence would be excused by another reason. It was clear she was acting as if he was invisible, something that wouldn't have been heavily impactful if it weren't for the circumstances in which she was serving him with silence. He thought it was clear he didn't want to be away from her or alone in the moment since he had not taken the first opportunity to flee from the situation entirely. He went out at night with his sister in order to sort his own feelings out, but he didn't go far. He had been around from the night of the fight onward, even attempting to engage her in small ways that were unsuccessful.

Noah stopped drawing and examined his work, tracing over the outline with his smallest finger and delicately brushing over shadows with his pointer. He could tell he was regaining what his mind had lost, the skill of his hands being resharpened by practiced. He recalled how much he did enjoy drawing, even if the drawings themselves could mean very little to him. The act of drawing itself and the collection of pieces he had mustered made him think about the man who he indirectly learned how to draw from initially. At a young age when he would people-watch, he spotted a man in one of the parks doing the same thing he did today: sketching. Through many weeks of observation and mimicry done at home, Noah had developed some small skill in art himself. Eventually he drew upon the courage in order to confront the man and confess it all, having to reveal his Kelvic secret. The confession landed him more professional lessons, the man charmed by Noah's interest and dedication.

Noah realized he was thinking about that and staring down at his drawing, his fingers hovering as if waiting for the next command. The one he gave them was of retreat as he closed the book and went to stand up again, returning to the trunk in order to put the journal back and stuff the pencil in the corner, under some clothing, so it wouldn't break. Standing there, Noah didn't understand the point of Elann kissing him if she was going to continue on with her treatment of silence. He personally would have rather been left alone and not teased with the smallest of affections if silence was only going to continue. It was quizzical to him but didn't dwell on it, he dug into the trunk to retrieve the box holding gold and other small baubles. From the box he pulled out his old mirror, the one that stood upon his wardrobe in his bedroom in Syliras, and raised it to himself. He looked at his face, noting how his own failure to continuously groom himself was beginning to show, probably moreso to himself than anyone else.

His hand went over the growing hairs of his chin and jawline, and he pulled non-destructively at the ones over his upper lip to test their length. Once the brief examination of his face and eyes were done he set the mirror back in the box and replaced the whole thing into the trunk. He had been counting the days since their departure from Syliras and knew there were only a few left to travel. From what he saw of the wilderness yesterday they were drawing nearer and nearer still, the woodlands starting to thin out in favor of meadows and grassland sparsely decorated by trees. Herds of deer would become commonplace, seen from afar, as would wild boars, foxes, and wolves if they dared to venture out from the protectiveness of the treeline. Noah, himself, couldn't wait for the finally stretch to the done.