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He arrived with @Weejay and settled to listen to what Wraen had to say. A beaver hunt..? Eljay didn't have a whole bunch of experience with beavers, but he was eager enough to try it. Food was a nice prospect, even though he still felt a little weak as it were. There wasn't enough food and Eljay knew that Weejay needed it a lot more. The worries over Elfie that had consumed him recently didn't help him put on weight any, either. Eljay looked rather thin still, even though at least some food had returned -- and so he was doing better than a few months back, even despite the cold.

As Wraen mentioned herself as 'tyrannous leader', Eljay looked at Weejay and grinned, then looked back at Wraen. Weejay was first to speak up after Wraen had asked for stories; a surprise to Eljay, but not an unpleasant one. He smiled proudly at his daughter and watched as she started to tell the story. He gingerly nosed her shoulder when she looked around after starting her story. A silent show of support, and a silent show of pride that his little girl was doing this thing that he imagined must be scary in some way.

As the story unfolded Eljay could not help but think of the way parts of their own homes were destroyed - of how Elfie got lost, of how food disappeared. Weejay continued her story and then finished it. Eljay smiled at Weejay and quietly said to her, That was a great story, sweetie. There was a proud smile on his face that showed his feelings strongly, as it always did, and he nosed her cheek gingerly as a sign of this pride and the love he felt for her. If only her mother and brother could've been here to see this new milestone in her life.

Nellie was next to tell a story. Eljay was admittedly a little distracted by fawning over Weejay through the first bits of the story, but he listened and nodded through the rest of it. When it finished, Eljay smiled at Nellie in silent affirmation that it was a good story, too, though he stayed seated beside Weejay. He himself didn't tell a story; it had never been his forte to remember and tell stories, or to say things in a compelling way at all, so he felt that he was better off giving others the spotlight.