Alice nodded, "I think that's a good idea. I know where his bed is." Her heart raced as it had the first time. She hated that she could only see her son under these circumstances, but she'd take what she could get until the day that they were victorious.
She gave Frank a pointed look and smiled. They'd both be able to see him, hold him this time.
She slipped out of the dark room and crept to the servants' quarters as silently as possible. Once inside, she easily found Neville's bed, though she could not see its occupant. She placed a hand on his shoulder and prodded him. "Neville," she whispered as softly as she could while still being able to wake him. "Neville, it's mum."