She slipped beneath the covers of the bed with a grateful sigh. Even the short walk to the village bus station and then to the inn had worn her out. She had to start taking better care of herself. If she got ill again, there was no telling what would happen. Illness made her weak. Antonin could practically sense weakness. Her body needed more sleep to continue her recovery. Maybe, hopefully, once she was well again, she'd be able to come up with a better plan.