While the actions of her husband did soothe her, it would do nothing to whisk away the pain of her flow. The next day would be rough on her, but she'd manage. Elann was one-hundred and nothing pounds, seemingly frail, and her periods often weren't so bad. It didn't mean it felt fine though. 

Sleeping was all she could manage to do, but even that was taken from her at the movement of the wagon and her pain waking her. Elann would lay there for the most part for another couple bells, but then would nudge her head against Noah's gently.

"Did you need me to get you anything? I have some water right here if you want it?"

She too wanted a sip and brought it to her lips to drink a tiny bit of it. That night, he would see her eat a great amount of food comparatively and drink a lot of fluids.