Noah showed a small smile to Elann at her thanks, nodding at her. She may not have realized the gamble Noah took with bringing her to Zulrav. While his god would not have smote either of them He would have been disgruntled with Noah. Thankfully for the Kelvic they had a relationship built on respecting one another’s wishes. Also thankfully for Noah was that Zulrav cared enough for him to hear what the Stormwarden had to say pertaining to his personal life. It was the only reason He had seen Elann that night, of which Noah was grateful for.

Elann spoke up to which Noah shook his head. Once he had thought the same thing, slightly concerned in the past that him speaking to Zulrav would manage to wake up entire cities. “To them, it would have sounded like normal thunder,” he told her. “It was so loud to us because he was speaking directly to us, Aimee too. This area was the loudest because it was almost like sacred ground, like a church or cathedral. It’s like when He marked me for the second time and I flew away in the distance. What you heard was what they at the camp heard. What I heard is what we heard just now.”

Aimee left Elann, turning to return to camp. Noah’s presence and Zulrav’s lack thereof meant the night was now still, Noah holding the winds at bay for Elann’s chilled sake. Her clattering jaw and frozen hands were a consequence of the night stripped of heat by Zulrav’s storm front moving over the area, made worse by the fact that the warden had approached his god, forcing the great being to stay in the region longer than what was intended.

The trip back to the camp was quicker than when they initially left, no pauses being made to wait for the winds to indicate direction. Aimee took up the front for most of the walk, only falling back in line with Elann and Noah once they were in vaguely familiar territory. As they walked the clouds were becoming sparser, the glittering lights of stars and the great looming moon were visible. 

In another tick of time they were back to the wagons, Aimee leaping up in theirs in order to shift behind the flaps. Noah came to a stop just outside of the wagon, letting go of Elann’s hand in order to undo the metal clasp of his cloak, shrugging it off and laying it on the edge of the wagon. “We should get you into the tent so your hands don’t hurt again,” he said, looking to her for confirmation.