The ringing of the breakfast bell came to rudely awaken the Kelvic. He groaned at it in protest, turning over onto his side until Elann came to encourage him to follow through on his words last night. Eventually he did sit up fully, wiping the sleep from his eyes that were much more alert than his body was. It was clear he didn’t want to be up in that moment, and while he usually was groggier than Elann upon waking, this was that tenfold. After a moment longer he managed to get himself to shave, going through the task with the same meticulousness he always put into his grooming. It took him a while to get to the point where he felt awake enough to shave, not wanting to cut himself with the razor or fail in anything before the morning barely got going.

Midway through breakfast he was done and putting away his tools, cleaning his brush, and making sure his face was free of any residual cream. It felt good to him to be clean-shaven again and he was glad he had been encouraged to do so. He ate the breakfast he neglected until he was done shaving then went to put on the change of clothes Elann set out for them. He humored her for presentation’s sake, knowing that soon after they were in the wagon and on their way he would strip off what he didn’t want to wear anymore, namely any shirt she may have put with the things he was to wear that morning.

The Kelvic was lazy that day, he was feeling particularly worse than yesterday evening, the collection of bodily ache, remaining wound pain, and growing sickness doing a number on him and confining him to either bedrest or a meager existence, he chose the latter. The other Kelvic, Aimee, was living a lazy life that day as well, mostly because the other two in the wagon were preoccupied or didn’t seem to be totally talkative in Noah’s case. She busied herself with reading, thankful she brought so many books on the trip. Seeing as in Syliras they were almost always doing something, she wasn’t allowed to reach into her stash of literature to pass the time. Which was a good thing, otherwise she’d be out of reading material already.

Upon noon coming, and Elann being more wakeful, Aimee engaged her in conversation, sticking mostly to Fratava in order to gauge where Elann was and what she felt comfortable with. She reassured the Benshira that Common was what they’d be speaking most of all, and she’d even be able to speak Shiber to other Benshira that were in Zeltiva. Occasionally, however, there’d be people who would prefer Fratava more so than Common, and it was usual for the residents to be versed in many languages considering the city was more than a melting pot than Syliras.