Upstairs in the bedroom.

Sofia Lanka awoke from her nightmare, gasping for breath. She looked around, taking in a few seconds' time to realize that she was in the bedroom, then ran downstairs.

She opened the door to the study and found me, Lyon, sitting at the desk, working. A wave of relief washed over her.

Her face was still pale from the fright.

I looked up to see her standing barefoot at the doorway. I frowned, standing to walk over to her.

I swept her up wordlessly in my arms, scolding, "Why aren't you wearing slippers?

Sofia Lanka bit her lip and wrapped her arms around my neck. "I...