Elsie knew tired, (she was a parent after all, of two under two, no less,) but this type of exhaustion was all-encompassing and bone deep. It was nearly morning, she realized, by the time she'd flooed out of the library and back home. She had tried to owl Tyb to let him know she was alright, but after the barrier went up, it was hard to tell, or get any word back. The triage and makeshift hospital at the library had been a lot. Elsie had never seen such carnage in her entire life; she certainly wasn't built for it, but she also knew she couldn't just leave and not do something.

The house was dark and quiet, which was good— she had worried she'd come home to a screaming infant, but it seemed Tyb and Miss Halliwell had been able to keep Maisie full enough until Elsie could get home and nurse her. Her first stop was her infant daughter's nursery to solve all of their problems. Maisie had been asleep, but Elsie knew she should feed her now before she tried to sleep herself. Not to mention the relief Elsie would also get. Els settled into the rocker in the corner with Maisie comfortably nestled in her arms, blanket drawn across the two of them to keep them warm, rocking the chair gently as Maisie nursed.

She had almost dozed off when she heard the door open. Sleepily she realized Tyb had come in, but she was still a little dazed. "I'm sorry, I didn't know if you were awake and I knew she needed to nurse." Never mind that Elsie was dead on her own feet, but she had never been very good at putting herself first, especially now with the children. She should have seen if Tyb was indeed asleep before settling in with Maisie, but the discomfort was bordering on painful and she was still processing the whole disaster; better to do that alone in the dark than worry anyone else any more.