Morgana looked at the farm. Although it was far from a perfect place for them to stay, it was just good to stay there for a little while, and that was exactly what she planned to do. They weren't going to stay here permanently, just long enough to learn the young witches enough to be capable of defending themselves while on their journey and to decide where they were exactly going. They had no destination set other than 'out of the country', but they couldn't just walk around aimlessly.
"My companions are quite tired now, where can they rest?" Morgana asked, looking at Gawain. Of course she needed her rest too, just like the others. Still, that didn't mean that she was going to sleep as well. Even though this complete stranger allowed them to stay at this farm, there was no way to know for sure that he just wouldn't kill them in their sleep, bring their bodies to a guard and claim his reward for the brave act of getting rid of them. And not just one, but five witches, not to mention. Even if that wouldn't make him rich, it would make him famous. It had to sound tempting to many humans, and that was the exact reason why Morgana was not going to sleep that night, but stay up to kill the farmhand if he tried anything dumb.
She looked at the other witches for a brief moment. They were all looking fine, even though they were exhausted. Well, all of them, except Minerva. She still seemed to be in somewhat of a shock after what had happened. Which was really no surprise, she saw how her family got murdered in front of her just a few hours ago. Morgana doubted if she would be getting any sleep, despite how much she'd try.