Somehow, Felixa wasn't sure how, the witch had stayed awake all night. Her head occasionally nodded, and her eyelids felt heavy, but another wind would come over her. Her thoughts fell on many topics: Patience, her father, wands, Tibby, almost anywhere she could think of. Including Giustizia, the sword she had made with Marek. It was strong and worthy of its name.
Her eyes were just starting to close again when she felt Patience pull away from her. Then came a few sounds - oh! The transformation. Was it really morning? Incredible. Her eyes were unable to turn away, again, and Felixa wanted to give Patience hugs. At the cough, Felixa summoned a glass of water and brought it over to her friend, "Here you go. I can cook breakfast if you want."