Noah's need for independence was innate, deeply ingrained, and Elann would have to do nothing but deal with it. He sought help when he thought he needed it, if he didn't think he did, then he didn't seek it. It wasn't to say he wasn't appreciative for any aid he received, but he had been taking care of himself for years before she came around, being deemed ablebodied when he was otherwise very young of age. It wasn't either of their faults that she possessed the mindset of that of a servant and he had one of a fiercely independent being, being a lone predator and all. They were raised in very different enviroments. That said, the time with his leg was different: he was depressed at the time and lower than he had ever been. The wound was a physical manifestation of what he felt inside with the bond with Caesarion being broken. He took the initial help from Devi when it was given to him as her patient, and fled from the doctor when he wanted to be alone and with himself.

Noah rose his free hand to wave at her in goodbye as she slipped from the wagon with the fabric of the tent and the tools. When it came to her putting up the tent he wished he could've lent aid. He couldn't now because of his injuries, and he didn't before because she was already well versed in the construction of the shelter. He would only get in her way seeing as he didn't know the first thing about putting up a tent, aside from what he observed of her and the other campers. Obviously the need for him to have one was beyond small and it was purely for her benefit.

Before she came back Noah had found himself into another pair of shorts and managed to pin one of the wagon's flaps open, making Elann's return trips that much easier as she grabbed the last few things to put inside the now erect tent. Per usual, hers was one of the first up. Others either being slower or not bothering to put them up so early in favor of conversation or just wanting to sleep in the wagons. Noah sat down on the edge of their wagon and off to the side, swinging his legs idly.

He looked to the sky, noting the moving clouds as they roved in to obscure the moon. The front was large and menacing, darkening the already dark sky and forbidding Leth's moonlight from shining down onto the ground below whenever the thick bodies moved over the moon and stars. Noah knew the chance for rain was null unless he wished it to rain there. Zulrav had intentions on moving the front elsewhere, further to the north towards Sunberth or Ravok. With the clouds came the wind again, renewed in its energy and blowing stronger still when they passed over the Stormwarden's body.

These winds were inquisitive and searching, Noah felt. They were curious yet mischievous, one of his favorite moods to feel on the currents of air. He stuck out one of his hands to feel the breezes caress his palm and fingers, adding his own conjuring to the mix of air lightly. In time, his influence of the winds had become great. It was unknown to him if his power stopped at winds, wondering if he could produce claps of thunder and sparks of lightning without the aid of the stormgems. He knew he could make the clap of thunder himself when in his animal form, when he dove down from far in the sky at a breakneck speed only to abruptly stop, fanning out his tail feathers and opening his wings in full in order to cause the immediate area to snap and crack as if thunder was produced then and there. Elann had seen it first hand during one of their hunting trips, she'd only seen it once though.

As it were then, he was contently sitting, looking at some of the horses as they grazed in the meadow opposite the side of the road that the tent city was being erected.