Noah couldn't see Aimee either and figured that she was somewhere else walking alongside the caravan. He hadn't talked to his sister about any of the argument, nor did he think he would either. There was something else up in the air causing her to be distant from both of them and Noah didn't know what it was. He hadn't asked, leaving her to deal with whatever she was dealing with by her lonesome. Like him, if she wanted to talk about it she would come back. He took her distance as a non-matter and didn't bother her about it, letting her figure it out if there was anything to even figure out. He didn't act differently in interaction with her either, but he was sure his tacit behavior was probably sensed in some way by his siblings.

Noah drummed his fingers on the floor as Elann told him he should go, encouraging him to spend time with Zulrav in order to unlock the secrets of the gems. He shrugged slightly in reply, shaking his head afterwards. "I don't want to," he said, looking out of the flap. "I'm just thinking, that's all." He looked down at their touching toes for a brief moment before moving again in the next breath.

He picked up the stone his palm was laid over and raised it, the glow obvious despite it already being light outside. The driver behind their wagon had probably taken notice of the gem, and thus Noah pushed himself to stand. Until he figured the things out he really didn't want anyone else to see them. They were immensely precious to him despite his waning interest over the past few days. Still, he didn't want to tempt anyone's greedy hands with something that he didn't even understand himself. He was appreciative of Elann's quietness when it came to the matter, allowing him to figure out the secrets on his own.

"I'm done for right now," he said, moving to collect the rest of the stones. He lowered himself to his knees and hovered over the slightly discarded sack, piling the rest of the stones into the bag. When they were all done clinking against one another he tied the bag up and stood with it - more clinking ensued and continued until the bag was put away.

Noah stood there a moment with his bare back to her, a hand resting idly on his hip as the other trailed up to hair to play in the brunette depths. His eyes look over the inside of the trunk for something interesting. The book he had been reading was starting to bore him, having been burnt out on it early in the trip from constantly reading it. The hand on his hip fell limp as he pivoted on his heel to turn to face Elann again. All he really wore were a pair of his shabbily torn shorts and nothing else. It was one of the few pieces of clothing he felt entirely comfortable in but purely because they were old and loose.

He sat down on the bench and leaned back against the tautly stretched canvas, his eyes falling to Elann again. "Did you sleep okay?" he asked genuinely.