The gentle dings wake even sleeping beauty from her rest- and Matilda jerks upright violently, flailing about, relieved to find herself unrestrained by an oppressive sleeping bag this time. It takes her a few moments to gain her senses, but once she managed to stop spazzing out, she takes time to realize she’s not alone. She smiles at Zafika, though there’s a hint of anxiety to her smile, and she rocks herself back and forth precariously in her heels.

“Zafika! When did— Where’s the Princess?”