[ Looking on in awe, first when Hatisse sets the leaves before her alight, and then, when she starts to speak with a very seasoned seeming candor on rather sordid matters.

At the witch's question Lily ducked her head. She was, perhaps unfortunately in this situation, the sort of person who didn't always expect to be deceived. ]

Perhaps some do. Some rely on confidence in their own strength to see them through, without guile, not always to success. Will you not sleep too, my lady? Does something keep you here?