Antonin's weak smile threatened the last of her resolve. She could feel the tears forming that she hadn't allowed herself to cry since she and Thorfinn rescued him from Draco's flat. There had been real fear in her that she wouldn't be able to stop crying if she started. No one would tell her for certain if her husband would survive. He'd lost so much blood in his fight in The Junk Shop and then he wasn't exactly well-cared for while he was stashed inside the untraceable flat. If they hadn't gotten there when they did.... No, she refused to allow herself to think about that possibility. Not again. Not when he was awake and smiling. She leaned down to kiss him on the forehead.