Fred didn't argue with Rupert when he said she needed to rest. She snuggled against him as he carried her up to the bedroom. And once she was settled, she curled up against Rupert. "I want you to stay," she whispered.
Soon her eyes were sliding shut and she was in a deep and dreamless sleep. Fred slept through most of the day and when she woke up, the sun was starting to set. She quickly sat up and rubbed her eyes. The brothel! "Crap," she muttered before rubbing her eyes again.
Blinking her eyes several times, Fred got off the bed and stretched her arms. She was still tired but they needed to check on the business. She looked at Rupert and yawned. "Give me a few moments and I'll be ready to go with you to the brothel," Fred told him.
She wandered to the bathroom and washed her face, hoping the cool water would at least wake her up a bit. It did little to help and she was too tired to cast a spell on herself to wake up. Sighing, she went back to the room and sunk down on the bed. "Maybe you should go in by yourself. I'm too tired," she said.