Watcher hung back enough for Mya to not notice her. The trio was struggling along and Watcher was painfully aware of how cold a person she was. She wanted to help them. She wanted to help the boy. She [i]wanted[/i] to help everyone, but her intellect almost always won out against her instinct. She began to wonder if she continued acting in such a cold manner if perhaps one day her instincts would be beaten into submission. She'd certainly be safer that way. Or at least, safe enough to stay alive long enough for some test to eventually kill her.