Unwilling to lay in the darkness of their bedroom waiting for him, she rose from the bed to seek him out first. Her curiosity of where he'd been was strong. Even if she was a little bit worried that he would take out his anger and sadness on her in some horrific manner, the waiting around was unbearable. Finding him standing at the kitchen sink filling the kettle from the tap in much the same manner as he had been the moment all of their trouble started, she didn't speak to him. He looked up to see her standing in the doorway watching his movements. At the distance across the room, she could tell just in the set of his shoulders and the expression on his face that he was much calmer. He didn't speak to her either. Just turned his attention back to the filling of the kettle.