Sometime after midnight she gave up trying to ignore the creaking and groaning of the house. She threw off the covers. Her bare feet padding down the carpeted corridor sounded loud in her ears. She hoped that she wasn't waking up Augustus. He might have been trying to play down the severity of his injuries, but she knew him well enough to know that he had suffered in the explosion. Rest was necessary if he hoped to return to his former self. And as much as he might have groaned and protested if she said so out loud, she knew that his age was a hindrance to his healing.