She was glad that their row in the kitchen didn't put her in a foul mood. Usually when they had a disagreement, she would stew in her anger for hours, if not days. Apparently all she needed was a kiss and a hot cup of tea to move forward. It would have been a true shame to spend their last few hours together in a petulant snit. Instead of dwelling on what could not be, they wrung all of the joy they could from their limited time together. Perhaps Augustus was finally understanding that this would truly be the end as well. A solemnity altered his usually carefree personality.