She's overreacting and Abby's right. It's a relief to hear someone say it out loud, even if it makes Clarisse feel a little stupid. Yeah, Ellie is probably, like, peeing. Or trying to take a bath. Or she couldn't sleep and decided to take a walk.

She exhales, "Yeah," all in a rush, and pulls her legs out from under herself so she can sit properly.

It had just been so weird to wake up like that. Her body had known something was wrong first, and she'd woken up with one arm stretched out and reaching for someone who wasn't where she should be. The blanket had been pulled up most of the way. Clarisse had crawled to the tent flap and looked out and there had been Ellie's boots next to the entrance. Further down, Artichoke, asleep with his head tucked under one wing. Nothing outside had moved, aside from the slow, smoky coils fog just above the ground.

It had felt really strange. It had felt really wrong. But she's a little better now, a little less anxious.

"Maybe I had a weird dream," she says, like that excuses the way she woke Abby up. "I can't remember it."