An hour passes. Peter leans forward, covering the rose, and startles Sarah. She rubs her blurry, glazed over eyes.
Peter stands, and she shivers. He helps her up. She stands, groggy, and pulls her cloak tighter.
They climb back through the window.
Peter takes off his boots, putting on a pair of dry pants behind his screen, and falls onto his bed. Rolling over, he faces the wall.
Sarah slips off her boots, changing into her night gown behind her screen, and crawls into bed.
Peter rolls over at the sound of her fluffing her pillow. “Good night, Sarah.” He stares at her, heart beating normal for now.
Sarah looks at Peter, holding the covers up to her mouth. “Good night, Peter.” She lifts and adjusts the covers, rolling over to face her window.
Peter watches her shoulder rise and fall w
