Elann only sat up enough to let the blankets slide off his upper half, though as he whined at her, she turned to him sleepily with her upper half and pulled the blanket up over him. She sat there a moment longer and then looked around to see if Aimee was inside or not. She didn't recall her having come in, but wanted to see. 

Lacking in balance as the wagon shifted, she moved to sit on the bench after grabbing her dress. Sleepily she fit it on her and hooked the back. After a quick brush of her hair, she was ready for whenever they stopped. 

The sounds of a yawn would be heard from the darkness coming from her as she slowly woke up more and rubbed her face. Pulling out the lantern, she hooked it to the top brace of the canvas and readied to light it with her tinder box and flint. Having become proficient, she could feel the oiled wick needed trimming, so she pulled off the char and left it to a point before proceeding to light it. 

A dim golden glow spread through the small area around the lamp, but grew to spread across the whole of the interior. It was not very bright because of how she trimmed it; thinking of her husband. It was light enough however to see if Aimee was there, where her weaving materials ended up, and was bright enough to read or write. If Noah kept to his blankets and sleep, she would write in her journal, but if he seemed to wake, she would just weave.