[ Although it isn’t much it jolts her awake —
and she finds herself looking up at him with wide wondering eyes.
Her words seem to fall away until she croaks out a few words ]
“—I won’t scream, you can take anything you want just don’t hurt me.”
[She forgets she has magic then, forgets that she has any type of power at all.]

“Now, why would I want to do that?”
[ Katja turns towards her again, something of a curious smile gracing his expression. ]
“ … I happen to be very fond of young witches like yourself.”
[ He steps forward, hardly reluctant, and adjusts her blanket so it’s draped around her shoulders. ]
“Now go back to sleep, dear. I won’t be here when you wake up.”
