Dahlia did fall asleep, because she was woken up by Clara shaking her shoulder.
"Dahlia. Dahlia. What's... he doing here?"
Still tired, Dahlia opened her eyes with difficulty to remember where they were and what had happened. She sat up on the bed, and saw Clara, crouched next to her, sending nervous glances toward Eurynomos. The Daemon hadn't moved all night, it seemed. Dahlia thanked him with a nod before sending him back to the darkness. The sun was already up in the sky, and next to them, Victoria was awake too, stretching up with a grimace.
"I'm so sore," she groaned. "Their mattress must be crap... Wait a second, when the heck did I get these bruises?"
Next to her, Helen, awake and sitting up, exchanged a glance with Dahlia. They both sighed with an accomplice smile.
"Clara
