Sylvia nods. "Thank you."

Providing guidance and stability is her job, in every capacity, so to hear it from others is always reassuring. In the meantime, the fire is dying down and another witch quietly whispers in her ear that they're packed up and ready to leave. Sylvia pulls on her coat, smiling at Gwen.

"Well, better call it a night."

She'll see Gwen at school in due course. For now, Sylvia is thinking of a hot coffee and bed.