A good brushing of her hair was in order, as like Aimee, she had grass all in her locks. Coming into the wagon after seeing her husband asleep, she tried to be silent, however from his bond she could tell she was not silent enough. She wanted to display to her husband that she still loved him, she was just not happy with how he had treated her. Lowering herself to her knees, she pulled back the blanket to reveal his head. In their bond there was tension coming from her, but there was also the residual happiness. She leaned down to kiss his temple or hair, whatever was nearest and then would replace the blanket, stand, and carefully move to the back to get her brush.