Firefly Glen grandmother

He joked, but there was nothing she found humorous. 

There was more she wished to say; to argue in her defense, but this was not the way she sought to have her first argument as husband and wife. 

It would be set aside. The constant movement... it does no well for my nausea, She said simply with a shake of her head and a faux smile. It was an easy lie, for it wasn't entirely dishonest. She did feel like she could hurl an entire week's worth of elk. And yet, she'd eaten nothing. Her belly hated her for it, but she continued to ignore the gnawing hunger.