Ella had taken the knife Joanie had pressed into her palm, though Beauty didn't think she would need it, and she'd reluctantly gone to the room she'd bathed in earlier. The bed was soft and the fire was warm and it was, admittedly, much nicer than the chair she'd slept in the night before.
She slipped under the blankets, and she closed her eyes.
Am I actually spying tomorrow? Beauty asked, and Ella shook her head. No, she wanted Beauty to find Daniel and Helena. Beauty made a pensive, soft sound in the back of Ella's mind. She disagreed, you see. We may be here indefinitely. We need to consider that possibility. We can't burn bridges.
"Just find Daniel," Ella said to the dark room, a verbal indication that she was done discussing this.
Go to sleep, Beauty said softly. Being told to find Daniel wasn't necessary, you see. It was her main goal. Daniel, Beauty felt, needed talking to.
Ella snuggled closer to the pillow, and she tried not to think of what had happened in Bellum's catacombs, not to feel vulnerable locked away now like she had then.
She spent the entire night tossing and turning with nightmares.