The bed was adequate, hardly luxurious. She knew the man had expensive taste when it came to where he had to sleep. What his guests had to endure was of no concern. He had always had funny ways about him. Her usual rule of sleeping in her clothes so as to be ready to run at a moment's notice seemed silly. While living in the Resistance's village, she didn't worry about what she wore to bed because it seemed highly unlikely that her husband or one of his cohorts would be able to find her in the middle of the stronghold. Her biggest worry was actually whether or not someone from the inside was going to harm her while she slept. What she wore didn't seem important. Likewise, if she was uncovered staying in Augustus" house that night, she had bigger problems to worry about than her attire.