The old lady is patting Shadow on the head, cracking a small smile at the young girl. She nods.

"Of course he does. He's a cat." She says pointedly, then sitting back down behind a table. The tent smells of herbs and there's a put boiling on a hot plate behind her.

"What can I do for you, sweetie?" She says, to the two of them.

Shadow then glances at Gwen, then back to the witch. "Can you prove magic is real? To her? She keeps calling me an alien."