Evading Sleep

It could be hard to sleep indoors. Maia was used to roughing it: more often than not she fell asleep without a roof over her head. Having spent every night of the last few weeks under a wagon, the fancy bed Maia now found herself in was almost unspeakably plush. It felt like she might sink through to the floor at any moment.
 
But the REAL reason Maia couldn't find her way to sleep was because of the unanswered questions swirling through her head. So much had changed so quickly at the end of a simple caravan job that she wasn't sure where to begin: