Anastasia woke up later in the day, feeling better. She was still upset but she felt better. The wee ones were still in her stomach as she rose out of bed. She rubbed her eyes and placed her feet on the ground. She pushed herself off the bed and stood. She left the door to the balcony open, so the room was slightly frigid. She walked over them and closed them slowly. She didn't really know what to do. She wasn't hungry, so there was no need to go back to the dining hall. Nor was there work to be done. She finally decided that it was probably wise to go see her mother again and began to walk to the room.