He hadn't known what to do when she started to call out for Harry. And then for Ron. At first, he thought she had just woken up from a bad dream. Antonin smoothed her hair away from her face and gently tried to shush her with calming noises and words. It helped at first... until she saw his face in the light of the bedside lamp he switched on. Forgetting that he was her husband, all she could think was the Death Eater who cursed her in the Department of Mysteries and then dueled her again in the Muggle cafe after Bill and Fleur Weasley's wedding somehow managed to make his way into her bedroom. She'd screamed and scratched at his face, drawing blood on his cheek. He tried to hold her arms down on the mattress and got a swift kick to his bollocks for the effort. To his credit, he never once got angry. Antonin had a discerning way about him that she didn't expect. He always knew when she was disoriented. Never once did he take out his frustrations on her when she was in that state.