Part of her wished he would let her take care of him. His recovery would have been much quicker if he had not been so stubborn. Even before, without her urging when his leg was hurt, if he had his way, he would have wasted away. Silently she nodded, having to deal with it.

As her eyes remained close to the lantern, they seemed a golden blue, a color he didn't often get to see, and likely didn't get to see then due to his squinting before she stepped back. She then rifled through the things to get some stuff for the tent and then lugged the tent in heavy burden upon her shoulder once more. Giving him a quick smile, she moved to the back of the wagon and pushed through the flap and then hopped down. The added weight crumpled her down almost to bent knee, but she recovered. Elann was a fighter despite her lacking strength, and what she lacked in might, she made up for in endurance. 

Quickly her mind assessed slope, distance to the fire, likeness of the possibility of rain, and escape routes needed should there be another bandit attack. While the bandit attack was a surprise before to them, Elann had always had a fear of bandits in her land. They were unfortunately very common. Eventually she began to get set up and then would come back for the lantern, the rugs and their changes of clothing for the next day. Everything else she already had inside, including a razor and knife to trim her husband. He had always been able to do it himself before, but she had always had to help her father, not out of necessity but out of a servant's mentality.

It didn't take long before the tent was up and the food for supper had not even hardly begun to cook yet. She missed the fresh game he would bring her and that she could cook up in her own way. The cook wasn't the same in his methods of cooking and while it wasn't bad, it wasn't overly good either.