Josephine closed her bedroom door behind her and discarded the cloak. Most of her clothes were still in the safe-house, but there were still a few left here. After a moment she returned out of her room wearing an ankle length silk nightgown. She had also pulled her messy pale white hair into a ponytail that fell across her left shoulder. Sitting near the couch, she looked up at Raoul. "Finally, the torment has ended... now to just re-heal." She knew how much he hated having to wait around and recuperate. "But this time, I am not going anywhere."