The gentle touch of fingertips on her arm woke her up suddenly. She hadn't even been aware that she'd fallen asleep. Some guard she turned out to be. Opening her eyes up to assess whether or not she was in danger, she sighed in relief when she saw her husband's dark brown eyes staring into hers. Antonin had been asleep since they showed up on the doorstep of an old friend in the middle of the night. Close to death, it had been something of a miracle that he'd even been able to make it through that first night. Later, when he was well and she wasn't quite so afraid for him any longer, she would make some snarky remark about it being his sheer stubbornness that kept him alive when normal men would've been dead.