Part of her was afraid that when she finally climbed out of the decadent bed that she'd discover she'd been double-crossed. Maybe Rodolphus was waiting out in the lounge for her to sleep off the potion his nephew gave her. What his plan was for her was still something of a mystery. She didn't think that it was likely to be good no matter what it was. Antonin seemed to believe that Rodolphus was trying to mold her into some version of his late wife. It made the most sense out of the other ridiculous theories she had swirling around in her overactive imagination. Rodolphus might just be some sort of demented romantic who saw an opportunity to fix a mistake he made in his youth.