Ella was relieved to know that her husband was just as determined to come home as she was to see him returned safely. She knew it would be so if he promised it, so she continued on her way, cognizant of her pace so that she didn't add to his worries. It was important for her to not add to his stress when it was clear he was already concerned.
The fact that he had his hand on his weapon concerned her more than anything. It never bothered her that he carried, but when it became clear that he felt threatened enough to draw or make it easy to draw his weapon, that was a sign that there was a grave threat to them. Ella felt guilty over the fact that it was her fault they were late getting home. If anything were to happen to him, she would never be able to forgive herself for it.
She squeezed his free hand tightly and lifted her skirts with the other so that she could move more quickly. "It's just there," Ella said softly, a bit of worry in her voice. "We'll make it."