Pillows and rugs could only make Noah's sleep so sound. Eventually he did wake, a short time before the call was sent out for the caravan to pull over for the night. He lay with eyes closed, body in on itself as he relished his own warmth and how much of it was trapped beneath the blanket atop him. One arm clutched the pillow underneath his head and the other was outstretched as if he was yearning for something. He didn't feel Elann come into the bed, in a deep stage of sleep when she did slip in, and the bumbling of the wagon made him deaf to the sounds of her walking around. He stay lying there until the off-road bumps and jumbling were silenced, after which he stretched out his arm further and blindly so, retracting it in order to roll onto his back.

Noah brought his hands fully above his head and stretched out his entire frame, feet poking out from the bottom of the blanket before being withdrawn back inside the warmth. His hands came over his face, both of the large things covering a half of his face each before they were dragged down off of his furry chin. Noah brought them up again to wipe his eye before opening them, looking up at the ceiling of the wagon in the dark. He recalled the light from the lantern and figured it had either gone out or Elann put it out before resettling near him. He was rested but his mind was still groggy, more so than when he usually woke up when sleeping on either a couch or a real bed, the lattermost he missed dearly.

A groan came from him, announcing how much he loathed to be awake in that moment, wanting more restful sleep. His head rolled to the side, allowing him to view Elann in the dark. One of his hands slid under the blanket and he touched her with the back of his fingers gently, letting them remain for a brief moment before he started to sit up, doing so only to wipe his eyes again and slouch as much as his back would allow. He scratched at his head next, loosening up any hair that may have been flattened down.

“My body hurts,” he whined quietly, fighting off the urge to stretch again. He whined groaningly once more, slightly laughing at himself as the urge to stretch came again and was still forced out into another, reaching for the ceiling and sprawling out his legs.