To Elann, it was more than just a sour mood. He moved up to her side and she wrapped her hands about her waist, looking up to the stars. The same stars that were a sign to her. She eventually came to look back down as he brushed at her hair and began looking at the various people around the fire. As her backside got cold, she turned around once more, considering his question. 

She wasn't sure she could even sleep that night given what had happened again. The fights weren't getting better, they were getting worse and it only gave her a bleak view of her future with her husband. 

"I'm not sure," came the answering call from her and then the cold silence he wanted again came between them. 

In the darkness etched on her face, only the Kelvic could likely see that her face wasn't the normal smiles it usually was, but instead was neutral and pensive. She too was obviously thinking, replaying, but doing her best not to feel emotion for the sake of the people around them. 

She shimmied back around, not lasting long with her front not facing the fire and pulled her arms tight. The short dress was killing her out there as the temperature dropped.

"I'm going into the wagon. You can stay here if you want. I'm too cold."

With that, she left his side and quietly walked to the back of the wagon and climbed in, hoping that she could fulfill the distance he so clearly wanted from her.