Elann's voice penetrated the darkness and the silence after his words. It seemed she thought Aimee was away hunting or something or another. There was no telling with Aimee, he knew as much. She very well could be hunting or just sitting the woods alone. It wasn't out of her character to grab a book between her jaws and trot off into the forest in order to sit beneath a tree and read. Noah much preferred to watch the wilds rather than read in them, but they each had their own quirks.

“I dunno,” he replied in return, sitting up straight. He brought his hand through his hair again, this time just to feel the strands between his fingers. “I'll be okay. You can go put up the tent. I'll just sit here until I can move.”

He let out a tired sigh and scratched at his arm, dancing around the edges of his wound, careful not to rake directly atop it with his nails. “Maybe I should just sleep forever, that way nothing will hurt,” he joked.

Afterwards, he moved towards the pitcher of water and the few cups they had in the wagon with them. Once there, he set in front of it all and poured himself a cup of water, turning to face Elann again as he sipped from the cup, wondering if she would be leaving right away to set up the tent or if she would linger around for a moment or two longer. It wouldn't bother him if she left right away, giving him more time to adjust to waking up and prepare himself for that night.