Giles. [The man she'd carved a bust of] I was wondering about him. Who was he?

[She reaches down to his arm, squeezing it reassuringly.]

Well, I accrue energy simply by existing. The rite I performed last August speeds that rate dramatically. I don't think it would hurt you, though. Nor...stir anything. You needed worry about that, any power that goes towards that will be funneled into the wards, making them stronger.

[She smiles warmly. The wards were holding, and holding strong. She'd layered them and layered them and layered them with different traps and enchantments and puzzles to confound anyone save the one who'd laid them.]