Her conversation with Antonin in the earliest hours of Saturday morning left her with a great deal to think about. Because of his exhaustion and the sheer amount of alcohol he consumed, they didn't speak much past his assertion that chaos was preparing itself to settle into their borders. He was asleep most of Saturday morning and only rose reluctantly from their bed in the afternoon to leave on another mysterious mission he would give her no clues about. Returning long after she'd fallen asleep, she didn't mind that they hadn't had the opportunity to continue their discussion. She was still operating under the hope that she would be able to avoid as many unpleasant and awkward conversations with the man she married as she could in the time she expected to remain.