'Running away isn't going to help....' She thought to herself, her mind still in thought at moved to the fireplace, putting some wood from next to it in, using a small fire spell to light the wood. She was feeling a bit cold, and she could use the light to read by. The small witch returned to her seat, opening the book once more, but she didn't read. Her thoughts kept drifting to him.<span style="font-style: italic">Is what we have strong enough...</span>The words moved through her thoughts as she tilted her head back, her eyes on the ceiling. She at least had to try, right? She bit her lower lip, her eyes on the words she had read just moments before.