The tone in Verity's voice did nothing to instill confidence in Oliver as a husband or a friend. 'Nevermind,' he opted, taking out his wand and flicking a small spud of light into existence. He needed to see what he was doing, but Verity's vulnerable voice made him not want to see her.
It did take long for Oliver to prepare for bed, and soon, he was carefully crawling under the sheets on his side of the mattress. 'Nox,' he whispered, and the room plunged back into complete darkness. Oliver set his wand on the bedside table and closing his eyes, laid stiffly on his back praying for fast sleep.