Movement next to her on the mattress forced her attention away from the ocean. Antonin was just waking up. Because she had been asleep drugged on the sleeping potion, she had no idea how long he'd been asleep. Based on the dark circles under his eyes, not long enough. He wasn't as young as he used to be. During the first war he was hardly more than a child. If he wasn't careful, his biggest opponent wouldn't even be another wizard. It would be his own aging body. Reaching across the small space between their bodies, he gently brushed a lock of her hair away from her forehead. He always seemed to be doing that. She didn't mind. It was comforting in its own way.