Stay where you are and shut up

Not sure what Solange intends to do and, fearing for your own safety, you hope you'll be able to roll out of the way if she intends to use the dagger on you---for whatever reason. At least you're awake. Through slitted eyes, you watch Solange lift the knife, gaze at its blade, then at you. You try to control your breathing, ready to move at a moment's notice.

But then Solange slips the knife into a pocket of her dress.

You breathe a sigh of relief and it sounds as if you are sleeping soundly. Solange takes another look at your sleeping form, then turns, goes to the door of her room and leaves. She closes the door quietly behind her.