Being startled awake in the night because of the strange feeling that someone, or maybe something, was watching you is a disorienting experience. One after which returning to sleep was almost impossible.
Trying to shake the sensation of being closely supervised, as she could find no soul nearby, Zarqa decided it was too late to even lay in bed and pretend to sleep.
By the feeble light of an oil lamp left at her disposal, she climbed out of bed and, taking a quick look around her room for good measures, decided she ought to get some work done on that clue.
It was better than thinking about what had disturbed her or just staring off at the horizon.
