It was nice to get her thoughts down on paper. That husband of hers had crumpled back to sleep quite quickly in her mind and hadn't moved for a while. Once done, she folded the journal back into its spot as well as folded Aimee's clothes and put them in their proper spot, and then began weaving. Elann wished she had a loom, a large full room sized loom, with thick wooden posts that would last centuries passed down in her family, if she could even have a family. 

Noah and her had been having sex sparsely, very sparsely, but she hoped it was enough for her to get pregnant. Soon she would know. Her last period was before they had left and it had been nearly three weeks. If the Gods were gracious to her, they would wait until she arrived in Zeltiva. Nothing about the bouncing wagon seemed to inspire her to want to go through any of the journey with it, but she was prepared if it did happen.

All such worries and thoughts were in her journal, not in detail, but hinted at sarcastically, but mostly what she wrote about was how she intended to try something new with Noah and their fighting. It didn't matter to her if he read it, it would only bring up the conversation earlier. As it was, right now, she didn't want to talk about it with him, if at all. Her hope was for it to be natural, to slow down and think, cool off.

The light clacking of her tools were gentle, likely only to bother Aimee's sensitive ears, and was essentially muffled next to the sounds of the wagon. Evening passed on and when the oil ran out and she sat in darkness, she came to lay next to Noah since there was nothing else to do. She didn't feel like replacing the wick and oil when the wagon bumbled about so much. That was a good way to light herself on fire. She settled in next to him and yet kept a distance because her hands and feet were cold, yet he was so warm comparatively. Not long after she had settled, the call was sounded for them to make camp and the rough bumps that came with running off the ruts of the road shook the wagon until they were on the grass.