It seemed that her husband was doubtful. Elann used to have her hair short as a little girl. She enjoyed it because it didn't require brushing, she could run her hand through it easily, and she didn't have to do any maintenance or styling. She could understand his desire to not want to change. Elann was of a different heart. She was in a new world, with a new love, a new life. She was all about changing for him and changing everything of her life. Only her worship of Yahal seemed cemented to her and everything else was fluid.

"Oh alright..." she said almost jokingly disappointed. It would have sounded more joking, but she was still cautious with him and didn't want to explode yet with emotions. 

"Probably..." she muttered back as he stated she'd probably die before it grew back. She didn't like spending too long without kissing him. It was why their first act upon forgiveness was her kiss to him. 

"Okay," she answered curiously. "I'm just starting to feel sleepy right now...should I nap?" 

It was still a ways before they'd camp, especially if the wagonmaster decided to push their journey. As it was, he had normally planned for them to have a few days rest, but they only had one due to the slow going in the rain and the bandit attack, some late starts and the occasional broken wagon wheel slowing them down.