She strained her ears to hear what was happening downstairs. Though no hint of an intruder drifted upstairs, she knew they were there. She hadn't been living on the run as long as she had without learning the ever-present dangers. There was magic in the air. Nothing malevolent, but even the presence of magic was something to be wary of. Most fugitives didn't risk it if they could help it. This was obviously someone who did not fear being caught.