The thought had crossed her mind that Aimee's own fights in the past with her lovers held a similar bite, but if that were the case, why would she not be more supportive to Elann who had remained quiet and loving during their argument instead of angry? Elann supposed it had to do with a little bit of pain in remembering, and thinking that Elann was wrong to a point. It likely didn't help that in their last fight, Aimee had supported Noah and essentially been shut out. She was far too hurt to want to hear that she was wrong. Even now, the thought of her coming back and agreeing with Noah would support Noah's thoughts that her family wouldn't readily accept her. 

She knew his words weren't meant to hurt her, but they did create a doubt in her mind, and that doubt had been wreaking havoc since he had said it. Noah didn't care that words injured. He just cared if they were truthful. She couldn't relate to him how words could relate truth in a kind unabrasive way and it was why for the most part people treated him so oddly. Elann considered how exactly Liam had become a good friend to him, and likely figured both of their personalities just clicked, but didn't honestly know much about the man. Her thoughts were brief, dancing back to the fight that was starting to dull within her, though there now was a deep chasm where there once was surety. She wasn't sure they would make it even to the end of the trip, let alone when they got to a family who would possibly reject her.

Not very much was different about Noah, except he had been lingering near her more. She wondered if it was in response to her asking him to try to be more human-like, sort of a passive aggressive "here I am being human" stance, because she thought it strange that he didn't want to fly with Zulrav. He said he was just thinking, and she nodded silently, withdrawing her toes from him as he moved to stand and hide the orb.

She looked out the flap toward the rear of the caravan train as he put the gems away. The familiar clinking settled and her mind recalled the often soon to be closed chest lid, however it didn't come. Rotating her head back to him, he seemed to be looking inside. She knew her newly crafted garment was on top, but other than that, she wasn't sure what he was looking at. She figured he was just looking for something to do, so she lazily looked back out behind them. 

She could feel the familiar bumps of the wagon as he came back to sit. Elann seemed to like him in shorts. She thought they were a nice compromise between him being his naked true self and what she wanted; a clothed husband that didn't draw eyes of disdain upon them. As he asked if she slept okay, he could tell she was still in that border between sleep and alertness, as she didn't even look at him. Her eyes were hazy and closed frequently as she took in a breath to answer.

"Mmm...[i]yeah. My back hurts though from the wagon. I should have slept on the floor of it, not the[/i] bench. [i]I was really tired though. I don't even remember falling asleep.[/i]"

Calmly she slid her hands up to her stomach and then down her legs to her knees as she sat up more to look at him. Another deep breath came, bringing her closer to alertness. The air seemed to draw her more and more awake. 

"[i]Have you seen your sister?[/i]"

Her speaking Fravata only brought back to mind his phrase of anger he had spoken toward the situation the other day and she pushed it away.