Sleep once was an escape for her. When she was on the run, she looked forward to those all-too-brief moments when she could disappear into her dreamworld. There was nothing to fear when she was asleep. Since returning to the life she ran from, sleep was no longer as comforting. Nor was it as easy to find. Often she laid up at night listening to Antonin's steady breathing, hoping and begging whatever deity might be listening to help her find her own rest. Her mind was too beleaguered with thoughts she shouldn't have had.