Muse

Exhaustion forced me into a fitful sleep, but I didn’t get much rest from it. I never really slept for long, and it felt like forever before I could convince my body to sleep again. After a while, I gave up entirely. I didn't know what time it was now, but I could tell it was still dark. My first thought was of Arthur.

Did he sleep somewhere else in the mansion? Had he even gone to bed yet? Thomas said it was okay to let him sleep where he collapsed, but it probably wouldn’t hurt to make sure he was comfortable. If nothing else, I should at least make sure he had a blanket and a pillow.

I dragged myself from the bed and went to the closet. I fumbled around in the dim moonlight for a while until I found what I was looking for. An extra blanket and pillow. They weren't as high quality as the ones on the bed, but they would be good enough for one night