After a moment's consideration, Jaenelle nodded. "I can adjust the web to allow for him. But I'll need a drop of blood for wach of you. Blood calls to blood; the web will be triggered by a drop of blood, and then it will work only for the two of you."
For now, that would be the best solution. A Jewel chip would strengthen the webs further, but until Jaenelle knew just how this was happening, it was a risk. Her Jewels were bonded to her, all twenty-five gifted from Lorn, and if someone could trace the link from the Jewel back to the source, the results would be... unpleasant.
Jaenelle called in her work table while Cathy excused herself to use the handkerchief. It was waist-high, and nearly as long as she was tall. While she gave her response, the witch called in several jars, pots, and boxes, as well as a small cauldron. The cauldron floated over the table a few inches, held in place by Craft.
Pausing for a moment before she began, Jaenelle tapped her lower lip gently with the tip of her knife. "Why did he resign? And when did the dreams begin?"