A stiff drink sounds a lot more appealing and a lot less like something she's actually going to get or anything resembling a good idea. She could sleep if she were drunk, though, and then maybe she wouldn't remember any of this when she woke up and it'd be like this hasn't just happened, except Ivan would still remember and that sucks all the air out of that fantasy.

Her fingers curl into the edge of the blanket and she pulls it higher.

"They're all dead," she says, after a slight pause, only it sounds like a reassurance in the way that similarly abrupt announcements tend not to. The words make it something that should be terrifying, but it sounds more like she's telling herself she's safe, the fact she doesn't sound very convincing or convinced notwithstanding.