It had been the first night of real sleep that Daphne had gotten in what seemed like ages. Her slumber while she had been sick herself had been strange, empty, and usually potion-induced, and just as she had gotten well, Miles and Liam had taken ill and she's barely had a moment to herself. Miles had recovered rather quickly (after he stopped making himself sick with guilt), and she was insanely grateful for that. It seemed like everytime they got Liam off to sleep, Nigel decided that he needed attention, and the whole ordeal was beginning to wear on her. She had absolutely no idea how Miles had dealt with her all by himself, and it made her all the more grateful to him.
When Miles had told her to get some rest during one of the moments of calm, she momentarily protested, but she could feel her exhaustion. Her body was still frail from her illness (she'd been unable to put any of her weight back on with all this stress), and not sleeping wasn't helping any of them. Daphne had finally conceded, and she'd fallen asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.
She'd been amazed when her eyes had opened to sunlight. Daphne had been able to sleep through an entire night without being woken, and she saw it as a good sign. She only hoped that Miles had been able to catch some shut eye as well.
Slipping out of bed, she made her way to Liam's room and snuck quietly inside. Daphne saw that Miles was awake and she walked to him, her hand slipping into his as she smiled softly at him.
"That's good news," she said, looking back over at the boy. He was still sleeping soundly, and he looked so tiny in that big bed, with his skin swollen and red. But, perhaps he did look a bit better, or maybe it was just wishful thinking.
Daphne watched his face, running a hand over his hair. "How are you? You look tired. Did you try to sleep at all?"