Based on the position of the sunlight streaming through her bedroom window, she knew that she'd been asleep most of the day. It was the early afternoon, long since past the time she should've gotten up. The house was quiet, too quiet. As much as she appreciated Antonin insisting that their son make as little noise as possible while his mother slept, she liked the sound of the two of them moving around her home. It was comforting to hear those sounds even if she didn't quite understand why that was.