She gave his fingers a squeeze. "Father made sure that I occasionally go, even when I did not feel like it." And that had been often. "But uncle is still sleeping as well. I think he is the last one. At least of the ones I have heard of. You might have noticed that it was his room you woke up in." She sighed and pushed herself into his side, seeking his warmth and closeness. Only one to go and she had her life back. Then they could leave this mess behind.