Eventually, Delaney moved from holding her husband's head in her lap to curling up beside him in the bed. She was too tired now to bother with changing from her dress. It was torn and stained now anyways so wrinkles wouldn't hurt it.
Miles had been trying to fight to stay awake so Delaney sent him on to his bedroom, assuring him Vincent would be alright for the night. The younger Adair had hesitated, still uneasy after seeing his brother in so much pain earlier. Seeing Delaney take such good care of the man though he nodded at last and left.
"You too Harris," Delaney called quietly to the valet who was still standing, watching over his master from across the room.
"Maybe I should wait here my Lady," Harris suggested nervously, "In case... In case his pain gets worse again."
"If it does I'll help him," she promised, "Now go to bed. He'll need you tomorrow."
