The reactions of her husband's waking sent good and bad feelings through her body. There was the increased pain of his back and shoulder, but also the good of the stretch. He groaned and whined as she lay there looking to him in the dark. She couldn't see hardly anything except the flash of his lighter skin in the dark when the light from the wagon's flap inched through. 

Even though she couldn't see him, she could hear him, and was perceptive enough to know that he was sitting up and stretching. Just by the smallest movement of his body she could tell what he was doing to a degree. 

"I think your sister might be off hunting or something. I'm going to set up the tent. Are you okay? Do you need me to do something for your pain?"

She would rub his back, scratch it, or do just about anything for him he wanted. At the moment, she kept her cold hands tucked in tight to her body to hopefully warm them.