The heavy conversation caused Irene and Arne to both be struck with exhaustion. However, it was that on top of all the traveling the two kids had been subjected to the days before that really did them in. Arne hadn't been sleeping well in the carriage and Irene had been on the monster culling trip where she had spent a lot of energy and didn't eat very much for a couple of days.
Rochelle sat at the bedside of the large bed in the guestroom she was forced into and she watched both of her children sleep peacefully. A contemplative expression was on her face as she stared at their gently rising and falling chests.
At least they seemed peaceful because, when Irene was first in the room, the anger she held was palpable. She hardly said a word to her mother but it was probably better that way than saying the things she clearly wanted to say.
