She sat at the first entrance, eyes watchful as her mind wandered, unbidden, into territories she normally left alone. Feeling the temperature drop, and night fall, she reached out with her mind, spanning across several miles to brush Nixaria's. Witch woman? The child is asleep. I am watching over him. He is safe, for now. I will contact you when he is ready to return. She thought, resting her head on her knees, wrapping her arms around herself as she shivered.