She listened to him, tilting her head to the side slightly. She seemed happy when he agreed to stay, the small witch sitting down as she let herself relax. "It's called Don Quixote." She said, smiling a bit as she read the book, reading out loud as she found herself relaxing more, shifting closer to him as she told the tale of a man who thought he was a knight. The man fought a giant, which was really windmill, he thought an inn was a castle, the innkeepers daughter a princess. He fought, drank a potion, and was returned home, though because people thought he was insane, he was transported in a cage. Though, by the end of the story, the small witch was already drifting to sleep.