Not waiting to see if he would finally speak to her again, she directed her steps to the kitchen. A cup of chamomile tea usually did the trick to calm her down. The kettle was full and halfway to boiling when she heard the soft footsteps. Turning to glance over her shoulder, she sighed when she saw her husband watching her from the doorway. She turned back to the task of brewing the tea, suddenly exhausted straight to her very bones.