Not normal indeed. She wonders when he doesn't request to take shelter when the sun is about to rise over the horizon. Surely he would dust then? But the sun light comes over them and nothing happens to him. Not so much as a burn. She wonders why he turns and raises his middle finger before seeking the shelter of the tree. Stella eats a little more out the packed supplies when he goes hunting. A scowl comes across his face when he returns covered in blood. "You'll make it much easier for anyone wishing to find us like that. I suggest you get cleaned up." The monks had taught her non violent ways to settle a fight, mostly involving compromising and using suggestions. She looks at him when he closes his eyes underneath the tree. Morning is the perfect time to travel before it gets to hot walk. They still have a good day's travel ahead of them. "We'll stop at noon when it's the hottest part of the day. You can sleep then." She turns and keeps walking for now, although slower than before.