Noah nodded, watching Elann go off towards the dwindling fire. He busied himself with getting Aimee’s attention inside the wagon, waiting for her to come to the flaps. She pinned one of them up when she did come, reaching for and receiving the garments that Noah slowly took off. She didn’t offer to help him, assuming he would want to take them off himself. The cloak, jerkin, socks, and boots all came off, leaving him in the long-sleeved shirt and trousers. Aimee folded what she could and returned them to him and Elann’s trunk, dropping the boots down onto the floor with the collection of other shoes there.

Noah was walking to return to the tent by the time Elann came back to him. He waited for her to walk to the wagon and bid Aimee a goodnight before returning to walk with him to the tent. He let her enter first, giving the premises a lasting look over before slipping inside after her. The darkness was illuminated by the lantern being lit, an orange glow flooding the interior and dancing off his pale complexion, playing with shadows. He ruffled his hair, looking around the tent to take it in, something done out of complete habit when he would constantly be in new areas and surroundings.

The tiredness in Noah was apparent in the bond and in his face, the usually bright eyes drooping, alertness and shine unaffected. He was quiet in his existence there, mostly just wanting to go to sleep for the remainder of the night, what of it remained until dawn. He didn’t know the time for sure but figured only a handful of bells remained before the morning birds would begin to chirp before Syna broke through the horizon.

He tread softly over to the pallet, moving to sit down on it with his legs outstretched. He wondered if Elann would just get ready for bed as well.