Most worryingly—tellingly—of all, her small fingers trembled briefly before she released the covers and turned her hand to grip Adela's. Ami didn't do handholding usually, because it made her feel even more childish. And she often had to reach up to grasp the hand at all. "I want to be out now. I want—I—"

She faltered, looking up.

"If I die here, can you tell him what happened?"