Noah led her to the wagon. Any inward or outward shown joy of any degree was uplifting and encouraging to the Kelvic. He, himself, was still reeling on the bittersweet undertones of their spat. She had given him a great deal to think about in himself, more so than he had already been thinking about immediately following the argument. Feeling her enjoying his presence and his voice and his jokes was enough for him, enough to keep him attempting to try and get over the residual unease that resided between them in that moment.

He had wondered if she was walking the entire day when she wasn't in the wagon with him. He had felt some of her emotions during their time away from one another as he was falling asleep, he didn't know what was the causation for them though.

At the wagon, she clamored in and turned to sit, asking if he was coming in and if he wanted to nap with her. He extended his good arm to her, asking to be helped inside. “I'll lay with you,” he said, not confirming if he was going to nap as well. Her tiredness was felt in the bond, and if he aligned himself to it he could be sleep again as if he hadn't been sleeping all day already.

After she helped him inside he turned to close the flaps to drown out the light and ever-looking eyes of the driver behind their wagon. Noah was trying to disregard the man's presence but he saw the man every day, the chain of the wagons changing little since their initial departure from Syliras. Noah hadn't ever spoken to the man. The Kelvic suspected the man held some form of disdain for him. He had been subjected to Noah's reckless wild transforming, caught in the path of the Kelvic's upward trajectory. He witnessed a lot of the couple's interactions and had observed Aimee as well, whenever she was around.

Noah laid with Elann when she was ready, beforehand stripping off his shorts in order to be bare in the darkened interior of the wagon and with his lover.