Likewise, the warmth of Noah's body did little to bring the cold out of her heart. While it warmed her skin, that was all it did. She likewise didn't act like it though, and enjoyed the rest of the walk with him. Aimee was silent the first evening and night, and her usually trips out of their tent would find her not present. She would go through the normal acts of attention to her husband, kissing him goodnight with genuine love, but she could hardly feel his own soar in great heights. She would lay in silence through the night as normal and when awaking the next morning, would make him breakfast and kiss him as normal. 

It was easy for her to forgive him in words, but hard to do so in her heart, and it wasn't until the morning of the second day did she begin to feel love for him in the similar grand heights she normally did. She took mostly to silence, sensing in his minor actions and ways that he would like to be left that way. She too preferred the peace of silence between them, as it seemed that each of them when they talked, would fight. It didn't stop her from begging for small kisses and attention before leaving him in the wagon to walk, but by the second day, she began to feel a little lonely. Most of it was on part of his sister. 

Elann knew that when Aimee had a problem with Noah, she'd slap him or yell at him, but when she seemed to agree with Noah, she didn't want to approach Elann. It made her feel like Aimee was against her, which was probably true. Whatever the reason, Elann let her have her distance, but felt badly about it. It felt bad to feel like she avoided her, that Isabella had gone, that ahead of her was a family who would not likely accept her, and a husband that had seemed almost to detach from her compared to the one who would follow her incessantly with buggy eyes. Now they seemed present, but dim. 

Still, it didn't bother her too greatly and she kept to herself until that night and he wouldn't likely feel anything until that point. When Aimee wasn't there again, she knew for certain she was avoiding them, or her more specifically. She quieted the worry for Noah's sake and because the feeling would likely cause fights between them, and until the third day, she would mostly be sleeping apart from setting up and tearing down the tent. It was the light from the flap that woke her, finding herself on the seat, bumping lightly back and forth as they rode along. Aimee once again was gone, and Elann sat up and rubbed her eyes. She looked down toward the floor in silence as she woke up. 

"[i]Hello,[/i]" she said to her husband quietly and squinted an eye in his direction. She could see the gems on the ground. "[i]Working on the [/i]storm gems?"