Daniel didn't like leaving the kid. In fact, he probably would have taken him if it wouldn't have gotten them all killed almost immediately. He was uncharacteristically quiet and sober after they left Alexei in the hallway, and he didn't stir himself to conversation, distracted with a new effort: a mental map of the palace, and how they arrived in the playroom from the side entrance around the edge of the courtyard. Distant and glazed, Daniel's acquired boots crunched on dirty snow as they left the palace. "Find Ella," he said, the moment Javert moved, interposing himself between the Frenchman and Vlad with a deliberate, cold expression of unmistakable intent. "And the others," he added, after a moment of thought.