The pain he felt was likely a bit of both, though hers was decidedly lower than the gut and more internal. He was nice with her, commenting simply, though she could tell that by speaking to him in her opinions that he felt he needed to say something. She didn't want him to, only to lay there and listen, but as it was, she thought the best medicine was to keep quiet.

Elann would curl onto her side in the fetal position to relieve some pain and would lay there facing away from him in silence, though he could feel she was not distant or asleep, just letting him have his peace. If he wanted to talk in particular about something she would, but otherwise, she just kept to herself until they pulled off the road and it was time to get food.

Hopefully the cook remembered what she had said to him the previous night and some others and thus their last few nights could have some actually decent food, but given his lazy record thus far, she doubted he put much effort or thought into what he made. If she were a more verbally bold woman, confident in her newfound city, she would speak out to the company and request a new cook. As it was, she was shy, was not comfortable speaking to anyone yet in Zeltiva, especially in conflict.