They lay together in silence until she hears his breathing even out, chest rising and falling slowly in the depths of sleep, and she slowly inches her way off of the mattress. Padding across the floor softly, she opens her work bag, pulling out her copy of Moste Potente Potions, flipping it open to her marked page. Placing her newly manicured nail on the text, she skims down to the bottom wording beneath the text of her newly conjured potion.