Her mind felt clearer than it had for awhile. After spending almost two full days entirely in bed in an effort to put an end to her dizziness and disorientation, she felt much better. Antonin always hovered over her when she felt similarly in the past. At times, she welcomed the surprisingly nurturing nature that came out of him when either she or Ollie was sick. Usually, he drove her mad with his insistence that she drink more potions or rest more or a dozen other obnoxious suggestions. Much like his fits of rage, her episodes of confusion and melancholy were common occurrences in their family. Sadly, it seemed there would be no hope for their son to not spend the whole of his existence surrounded by dysfunction. It was in his blood.