Elann nodded to her sister about getting started. She seemed to be deep in thought at the idea of someone else doing her laundry for a silver. Why in this region of the world were people so blessed to have the things they did? Surely the Valterrain had affected them like everyone else, right? There didn't seem to be a fight for survival in Zeltiva and she felt like a fighter who was being told to let her guard down.

Curiously Elann watched as water came forth and how it slowly diminished once Aimee stopped pumping. It was not a joyous event for Elann, but still, she moved the lever up and down. Feeling the rumble of water as it came toward the spigot brought a deep sadness to her eyes. 

As Aimee went to get the various elements, she answered back with an "alright", but pumped the lever a couple more times to see the free flowing water once more. How many people had she known or heard of who had died for the substance was beyond her, yet there it was, so free. Deciding not to focus on it lest she start crying, she decided to start cleaning their clothes. 

Elann worked fast and hard, showing that while she was about as weak as they come, within her was great determination and fight. She had an inner reserve of strength that seemed to be reserved for her womanly duties that was just not seen elsewhere; and as a result, her laundry was done in no time and set out to dry or bleach.