Zulrav to Elann almost seemed playful at times like Noah. His refusal to speak to his stormwarden about the gems showed as much. She wondered when he would figure them out, and how far he would have to go to figure them out. 

Elann couldn't spot Aimee from where she was, and in her sleepy weakness, she didn't feel she could hold the flap open much longer. Instead she tied it up so she didn't have to and rest on the backguard of the wagon with a hand. She rubbed her face slightly and looked over to her husband. He seemed so distant. She knew it was probably all in her head, but she didn't like it. Her feet snaked his way along the floor and she pressed her toes to his. As normal, they were cold.

"You should go," she said, as if reading his mind. She nodded to the wind and nature. "Spend some time with Zulrav, maybe he is not telling you because he wants you to draw near to him? It could be he just wants you to figure them out, but maybe just spending some time in his presence will reveal something to you."

Elann could better feel the breeze of Zulrav now that she had opened her flap, and in the meadow, the warm breeze blew little bits of warm air into the wagon. She didn't know what time it was, but it was late enough to be significantly hotter than that morning. Elann took a moment to appreciate Zulrav's warm air and then if Noah had nothing else to say, she would begin her prayers to Yahal.