Noah curled momentarily beneath the blanket as it was strewn across his upper body again. Elann slipped from it entirely and he took up the free space with a large stretch, lying that way all sprawled out for a moment longer as Elann fumbled with the lantern. He moved to the middle of the pallet, still lying down, and curling up underneath the blanket once more as the firelight took ahold of the interior.

In the light his face could be seen, and it was clear he was going to remain lying there for a while longer. He was supremely comfortable, so he fell back into a half-sleep state relatively quickly. It was only him and her in the wagon, though there was a sign of Aimee having been there: her trunk was open and aloft, a few garments spilling from the mouth. 

Time enough passed for Elann to start writing in her journal, the only sound coming from Noah being the breaths he took that passed between his slightly pouted lips. By the time she was done, Noah was fast asleep in fullness, or as full as the Kelvic could get with the constant noise of the wagon moving under and around him. 

Even though mentally he was very much awake earlier, physically he was near exhausted. His body was still healing and he managed to tax it to a low extreme with his transforming and hunting all day yesterday. His muscles were sore and groaned each time he moved them, the sleep was much needed. If Elann wanted him awake she would have to wake him herself or wait still.