The gentle sway of a breeze and the warbles of a bird, roused me from my sleep. There was a calmness in me as I stared at the intricate lattice ceiling of the bedroom. Carefully sitting up in the bed became a bit tougher as my arm was being dragged down by Daphne who was holding my arm in a death grip. I would have chuckled if I didn’t want to wake her. Instead, I gently moved some of her blonde hair out of her face for me to see her unobstructed. It was one of the rare times I got to see Daphne relaxed, not that I could say much. The weight of the responsibilities on my shoulders was not an easy one and I knew it showed, but I knew Daphne’s stress was entirely due to me. The guilt of it made me wish it wasn’t so, but I knew how much she worried about me.