Antonin watched the scene at the kitchen table with a stoic, impassive expression that told his wife more than he likely meant to. After so many years together, she could read him even when he was making it difficult. He was worried, concerned that something was happening. It was possible that he was preparing himself for the very likely chance that she was about to run away from home again. In his mind, it was only a matter of time before she left. A man didn't track his wife's magic because he trusted her.