In search of an answer, she ran her eyes around the bathroom and caught her eye on a small window.

Here it is.

I turned on the faucet so that the noise of the water would drown out my fumbling with the window, and began to turn the locks on the shutters. Praise to the Assams, it turned out to open almost immediately.

The only problem was that it was the third floor and I couldn't fly.

She looked thoughtfully at the tub, then at the tree not far from the window and at a distance from the ground.

Eh, it wasn't.

They threw me out of the carriage, met...