"No," she says softly. "I know it could have been much worse, but it was bad enough."

"We want to go home, but we don't want to be separated from each other either. Katarina is jumpy, still, at sudden noises, and I can't be in a room smaller than this," she gestures to the great hall the dinner has been set up in, "with a closed door without feeling my heart race. Sofia just has nightmares, which are easier to hide, but..."