"It is confusing. Strange monsters have carried us away in our dreams." She is quiet, and scoots closer to Sarah, so they are sitting shoulder to shoulder, Helena angled towards Sarah. Close, attentive; Sarah is the sun, she is the flower that turns to follow it.

"In Ukraine we call them mara. Devil women, sometimes invisible, sometimes in different shapes. They torment your sleep." A thoughtful little frown. "I think we are waking now."

She bites her lip, worried. Sarah must be missing little Kira.