While they waited for her husband to arrive, Thorfinn suggested making her a cup of tea. She stood in the kitchen watching him fill up the kettle to boil. The door leading out into the back garden opened just as he was pouring the steaming liquid into a cup. Antonin looked just as tired as she felt. What sorts of activities had he been engaged in to be so exhausted? She tried to ignore the obnoxious voice in the back of her mind that immediately went to uncharitable thoughts about Ginny. It wasn't fair to the woman. She'd only seduced her husband to keep their child safe. Could she really fault her for that?