With everything that was on his mind and his conscience, it was no wonder Antonin was as exhausted as he was. The longer she remained in Hogsmeade, the more physical changes she noticed in her husband. His hair was turning silver. Even more lines were appearing on his skin. She could only imagine what his blood pressure was like. Stress was slowly killing him just as effectively as a deranged rival. Watching him sleep under the influence of the potion helped calm Hermione's nerves as well. He seemed so peaceful. Years melted from his features when he was relaxed.