And there was her husband in the doorway, raising an eyebrow at her. Zelda had been annoyed with him earlier, when he wasn't here, but now she found herself stopping her scrubbing and sinking into the bathtub until the water came up to her collarbones. "I'm not feeling well," she managed, and her voice sounded slightly raspy to her own ears — not because she'd been talking, but because it was swollen with either nerves or emotional tension.