It was good to be able to provide at least something for her husband, even if it was a simple glass of water. She watched as he drank most of it, and upon the last of his drinking, she took it back and finished it herself. 

"No, I don't need anything," she answered without looking at him, still placing the glass back in the surrounded area. 

With a flop, she returned back onto her side next to him and then rolled to her back with her hands on her belly and knees slightly bent up. She had long since dumped out the tea that the doctor had provided, but wouldn't mind some now to knock herself out, though it was doubtful even that would keep her from waking up. 

It was clear that the more time elapsed, the more pain would come, and it would come in waves over her, causing her to wince at them in silence as she lay there, fully awake now, but not wanting to move. The wagon itself was a nightmare the worse her pain got and eventually she scooted up between the wagon's bench and Noah so she moved and shifted less. In time evening would come and the dreadful setting up of the tent, but with their condition it wasn't likely either of them were going to get to sleep in it. If encouraged not to, she would gladly give up the quest to set it up.