Darkness, all kinds of darkness, was everywhere, and if keeping it at bay meant sleeping only a couple of hours at a stretch, then that's what it meant. Any fool knew that constant vigilance wasn't compatible with a full night's sleep.
Ooh, great job on capturing Moody. He doesn't really eat, drink or sleep well because he's so very paranoid vigilant. I loved your characterization. He's harsh, abrupt, and needy in a masculine way. He wants Minerva to recognize him, to want him.
The way they see the changes in each other but completely accept them is perfect. They aren't young (or even whole) any longer, yet it doesn't matter. The comfort level they share with each others bodies tells a story all its own. I can see them coming together many times between this story and his death.
Thank you so much for my gift, mystery author. I always get the best presents.