Her husband obviously had a lot of feeling and thoughts, confusions, but if he had listened to her, he would have asked for clarification. Instead he ended their conversation with the familiar question that had begun to plague her thoughts since they started talking. Were they done? It was hard to not take offense to him saying that she would do whatever and that he didn't care. It was just another layer of verbal abuse to her, whether intentional or not, there was only so much she could take. She shrugged in response, not allowing herself to feel any such emotion, yet.

"I'm cold. I'm going back to the fire."

She slowly stood, waiting for him should he want to come and then would head that way. Once again, their evening was ruined, and in her opinion, largely by him. She slowly walked along among the trees in short distance until she got to the fire, where she stood slowly turning to warm her back and front.