Enid had been talking to one of her colleagues as she walked through the hall; she quieted as she turned into Miss Crawley's room. Miss Crawley had been in St. Mungo's for over a month, recovering from her injuries from the dragon attack — as well as her injuries from the intensive collapse of the ship she had been on. She had not awakened in that time, but had started appearing in Enid's dreams lately — Enid found this disquieting.

Enid stepped away from her colleague and over to the bed. "Your burns are looking better," she said softly to the woman. "I think we may avoid most scarring. And I feel good about your bruises, too." Miss Crawley could not hear her, Enid assumed — but it was good to talk to comatose patients. Sometimes, they just woke up.

"It would be helpful if you stopped sleeping," Enid added. She sat down next to Miss Crawley and uncorked the bottle of salve in her hand so she could reapply it. "We're not really sure what's going on in your head."