Her mood wasn't much better the next day even if the pounding in her head was gone. She could tell that her husband was watching her out of the corner of his eye as she moved around the cottage. His concern was evident, but he kept his questions to himself. Twenty years of living with her taught him that she would speak only when she was ready. All trying to force a conversation would do was lead to an impressive row. She appreciated that he was making an effort to keep their fighting to a minimum. In close quarters, any amount of dissension could be unbearable. Besides, it was kind of sweet that he was so concerned about her. She could tell that despite the rockiness of their past, he still cared about her very much.