Elann had every right to feel like he thought she was being a vicious woman. He may have felt many things about her, but this fight was started, created, and finished by him. She had done nothing except be peaceful, calm, and even upon insult, longsuffering. She too had never raised her voice and had since been silenced. The fear of his everlasting silence was not so great to her, and the longer he took to come to terms with his wrong doing, the more she would be content to break their marriage and bond.

It wasn't what she wanted, and it was the thought of him residing in suffering that kept her from talking with him about it. She knew he would take the high road and point out it was her who had wanted to separate when she knew it was the both of them. They were just going through the motions until some sort of peace was found between the two of them. Over time, that contentment to break apart would likely fade too and they would come together; she didn't want to wait until that point though.

As he stripped down, her eyes came up and flashed to the driver behind, but Noah had moved out of sight fortunately as much as possible. Her eyes went back to her work briefly, only tarrying to him in care as he dropped down to walk. She wondered how long they would go at their spat this time. Already she missed the touch of his embrace, their lovemaking, and his deeper voiced words. 

Elann decided to spend the next chunk of her time praying until evening or until Noah wanted back into the wagon. It was one thing to get into the wagon when it was still and he was injured, another when it was moving. There was still concern in her and love for his well being, and it would show if the opportunity presented itself; she was just tired of his bad behavior and couldn't ask him to change.