Verity clung to Oliver while they dressed her, barely wanting to take her hands off of him so she could slip her arms in her sleeves. She pulled on the pants and then climbed to her feet so he could lead her to the bed.
"I want to sleep for a week." She said, walking with him to the bedroom. It was so wonderful to be in her own home again, in her husband's arms. She felt safe and secure in the first time since her whole ordeal started... She closed her eyes and let him help her into the bed. "There's tea..." She said, but she didn't need the sleeping draught. She'd be asleep in moments.