When her relatively silent meal was finished, Rosalind's eyes grew heavy with fatigue. Hermione offered her the use of her bed which she gladly accepted. Within moments of crawling under the sheets and laying her head on the soft pillow, she was asleep. How was it possible that even after what she'd been put through that she could just fall asleep so quickly secure in the knowledge that she was safe? It had been a long time since Hermione felt the same. She'd been looking over her shoulder for years.