Though the child never responded to anything but an order, Xalia still found comfort in muttering to her dolls through the night and day. "Nearly day, now, Junedith," she cooed to the suspiciously clean, blonde girl behind her. The child, who looked to be no older than eight or nine years, wore a simple blue dress and a neutral expression. She said nothing. "I need to stop and sleep." But there brought about the trouble of finding some place safe to do so; no matter how off the beaten path the witch and her doll were, it was suspicious to find a woman and a girl alone, sleeping, with nothing but themselves and Xalia's brown satchel of books, and her now small, unanimated doll. If someone were to find them, death would be immediate for Xalia. "I really ought to find somewhere to settle," she mused, as she and Junedith walked. They had been traveling without any direction for some time now- weeks, perhaps?

Still Junedith said nothing. Xalia never expected her to, but paused to look at her, and point at an area of the cliff wall they were walking along. "Do you see that?" The girl looked at the wall, then at Xalia, blankly. "There is a divet, behind those leaves." She started to it, and pushed back various foliage to expose a space just large enough for herself and Junedith to enter, so long as they crawled. Had it not existed, Xalia would have theoretically been able to push at the cliff wall to make it, but the effort would have been overtaxing. The witch would have passed out, or died, had she attempted to do so much in the condition she was in. Junedith came and held the leaves and small bush back while the witch crawled in. Xalia managed to sit, albeit hunched, and face the entrance. "Come."

Junedith followed without a word. The bush and leaves swayed as the child let them go to sit. She sat along a side, with her legs stretched across the width of the small area. The two met eyes, and the girl went limp; the half life that had been in her eyes vanished, and she slumped. The witch's smile was replaced by an expression of shock a moment later; she could hear someone walking. [i]An animal?[/i] But taking that chance was still a risk. She raised a hand towards the flora at the entrance of her little cave; instantly, it stilled, but perhaps whoever was out there was close enough and saw it. [i]Did I remember to dissolve our tracks?[/i] Xalia couldn't remember, but it was most likely too late to remedy that, now. She hadn't sensed anyone; they must have come from the other direction. The witch threw a glamour of darkness across Junedith and herself, and held her breath, but felt fear. If they were smart, they would find her; she had to hope that she would be smart enough to escape if the situation turned deadly.