Sophie didn't wake up before it was already late in the evening.
When Emma had suggested that they should rest for a while, she thought she would never be able to get to sleep, after all the events of that day. Instead, a few moments after her head touched the pillow, she fell into a deep, albeit distressed sleep.
She had dreamt that a police team surrounded the hotel and broke into their room; when she tried to escape, one of them took off his helmet, revealing the muzzle of a dragon underneath. His poisonous jaws opened and reached for her face, and she woke up abruptly.
She heard a gentle and regular sound that seemed familiar.
Emma was sitting on the bed, already awake, and was knitting. A long red woollen thread was stretched from her knitting-needles to her purse.
Sophie felt a
