You get your own room after that, a luxury reserved for senior staff and favourites. Neither one is an enviable position to be in, but you take the room and the added expectations, and Daniela, in return, elects to visit you more often, demanding walks whenever it is raining.

It’s unusual, not heart-warming, to see Daniela peacefully dozing in her bed, clutching a plush teddy bear to her chest and snoring softly—the stupidly fuzzy socks on her feet peeking out from under the warm covers. Atypical, not endearing, to observe Bela sitting in the foyer with you.