Before the sun was even up, she knew she couldn't linger in bed any longer. She hated feeling helpless. An idea struck her while she lay awake unable to sleep that might make her feel like she was at least doing something. Even if it didn't yield the results she wanted, at least she wouldn't feel completely worthless. Careful not to wake Antonin up, she climbed out of bed and dressed. The acrid smell of smoke clung to their clothes and hair the night before, so before either one of them slid between the sheets, they each showered. Still, she felt gross and unclean.