He was happy at least that the moment of madness seemed to have passed. But all was not well.

He winced as she threw the towel down into the mess. Then when she said she was tired, he told her: "You cannot stay here. That floor needs to be cleaned. Clean yourself up and put on a clean gown. Then you can lie on the sofa downstairs while the place is being cleaned." There was no room for debate in his voice. If she was unwell in her mind, the best he could do was offer a clear course of action. "I'll wait outside to help you down the stairs." And with that, he left the room, breathing in long breaths of clean vomit free air as soon as the door had closed behind him.