She began to feel sick again, it was hard to effect the elements that were weak in his lair. Earth, fire, and and air all existed there, but water took time to produce, she needed more now that the child was growing. She was concerned mostly as to when he would discover it, what would he do. She now knew that he could sense something as well, and desired for him to just talk to her. To find out more about him. If there was any hope at all... She closed her eyes and worked hard to create water from a pillar, but so far all she could get was tiny trickles to lick from the crevices. "Does he just want me to ask for everything... is that what he's waiting for?" She was concerned that if she did ask too much he would get worse or just lock her up because she now bothered him. He wouldn't even answer a question about what he wanted, other than to mess with her mind. She began to sing again... something she hadn't done for many sleeps. She waited for him to come back from where he disappeared to.