Elann was still weaving, not stopping to pray, but her attention was gone and her eyes locked shut. It would seem like she was sleeping while weaving, not voicing out anything except in rare bouts of importance, but for the most part she was either silent or her lips would occasionally move. He would know the look by now and as he rapped on the wood, calling to her, she opened her eyes.

There he was already at the edge of the wagon. It caused some minor concern in her for him. Perhaps he couldn't keep up with the speed at which they were traveling and it was hurting him. She wasn't looking to their bond however and just came over to him, bending down to see what it was he wanted.

"Are you alright?"