"...It's not almost dawn, is it? I feel - odd."

"I don't think so. The sky's still dark."

"That's what I thought. There's this odd warm feeling. But if I'm not about to turn into a swan I don't know what it could be."

"I have warm feelings too," she offers.

Etty blinks. "Do you think it's the same thing?"

"...Mm?"

"My odd warm feeling and your odd warm feeling. Do you think they're related or were you just saying?"

"Mine's not odd at all. It's nice, I like it."

"Mine's - nice, I guess, it's just confusing, it's like someone's laid their arm against my spine and has their hand on the back of my neck. And I don't know why that should be because that's not where your arm actually is."

"Oh. Mine's not like that," says the baron's daughter.

"What is it, then?"

"Warm," she says. "And nice. Do you want to come into bed with me?"

"We're already sitting on - I - what do you mean?"

"I mean do you want to come into bed with me and share my blankets and hug like we're doing," she says. "I'd like that."

Etty thinks about this, then nods and repositions.

The baron's daughter crawls under the blankets with her and snuggles up, tucking her arm around Etty's waist and putting her head on Etty's shoulder again.

"Is it bad if you do? I could pinch you to keep you awake," she offers.

"Well," says Etty. "Soon enough I'll turn into a swan. I don't know if I'll start out knowing how to fly, so I might not like to be put out the window."

"You think he's - away, then. Going back to Astgabels."

"I don't know where he is, but he's not here."

"All right. Am I going to think like a swan when I'm a swan, do you know?"

"If you do, I'm going to have a hell of a time getting you out of my room," she giggles.

"Yes, probably," says Etty with a weak chuckle.