It felt strange to go through the motions of her regular morning routine. Thanks to the fact that he had always been an early riser, Antonin wasn't in the room to encourage her to stay in bed. The odd nurturing side of him always came out when she or Oliver was ill. He liked to hover, to feel needed. And, if she was honest, he likely felt more comfortable with her asleep in a bed knowing she wasn't likely to be running off into the big, wide world again. She was a flight risk.