She was half asleep when he came to check on her, curled up on her side with her arm under the pillow. When she saw him, she said drowsily, "I've missed ye, Frederic." She gave a soft smile and then yawned and rolled over, promptly falling asleep and snoring softly. The twins remained asleep as well, both content after full bellies still and happy to just be asleep.

When she awoke next, she sat up with a start, having had strange dreams that she baffled her as much as it did annoy her. Why was it whenever she got sick, she had these blasted dreams? It had been almost a year since she had last been ill, and she'd had dreams like that then.