"It's cause the dawn is the time people get up. Because of the light. If you remain asleep too long you may also get eaten by a bear or something..." she explained, to Thistle, a vague incoherence about her. "When can I leave?" She asked, simply. "...oh, also. I have a name. It's Cara and you should call me by it!"
She then paused, again, before going to ask another question. "Do you have a garden? Can I go there...?" She asked, a slyness creeping into her voice. She was planning something. Words, still, was that she wasn't a particularly skilled liar. Were the devil not to be paying attention, perhaps she would go unnoticed. Or, he may not care. Regardless, she asked her question, waiting for an answer.