As he lingered over his drawing, she didn't seem to care to notice, still focusing on her weaving. He ended up standing up and moving to the chest to do something or other, but she was in the motions of her weaving and had come to not bother with him worrying about what was going on. He never saw anything wrong with what he did to her and how it made her feel. It wasn't a vindictive behavior, though it seemed that way.

That silence came with a price however and it left her feeling alone; which her rug making and playing or talking with others seemed to cure. The pain of the fight and his words were real to her and she didn't feel like talking to him. He had said some very rude and hurtful things all because he didn't understand, and then abruptly ended their conversation with the all too familiar 'are we done' line. She -was- done, and she was bordering on being angry with him and had to keep reminding herself that he wasn't intentionally mean, though that at this point didn't seem to be true.

When a child goes up to someone and calls them fat or ugly, you correct the child and tell him it's not okay to do. She had tried to change him to better understand people and in relation her, to correct that bad behavior, and while that was slowly happening, it was with great resistance and harsh lashing. She had given up trying to change him as requested. As time passed however, it meant she would be hurt repeatedly, and she just couldn't take that anymore. Her silence was a response to show that and it was easy to understand she was hurt by him. If he wanted love from her, he would have to mend his wife, but as it was, she was focused elsewhere; not wanting to dwell on the thought of him and recycling old emotions which would only lead her to anger.