[Allison turns to watch Isaac's sleeping face for a moment as the spirit reassures her, and resists the urge to betray herself...though a hand does fall to his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze before his hesitation draws her attention again.

Has this spirit seen through her disguise? Is her safety, and that of her dearest friend, at risk?]

Speak thee, o Spirit, with a friendly tongue?
Or dost thou seek to trap me with kind words?
For in your voice I hear a friendly tone
but in your silent moment, I know fear.
I have no doubt a spirit's eye sees all,
but does the spirit understand my plight?

[She frowns a little, fearful of earning the spirit's ire as her hand smooths over Isaac's shoulder.]

I am not ungrateful, my heart is soothed
if your sharp eyes do see this boy is safe.
But if your eyes do see beyond all sight,
I pray you keep my counsel at this time
and grateful for your silence I shall be.