The Floodlands I think I need help

"I think it may be time, sister," the nightwisp murmured, voice thin and soft as she gazed uncertainly back to the east. There truly didn't seem to be any other followers to rally to their cause. They had set out to find other witches, to settle and work in a coven with others of their craft but what were they to do if there were no witches to find? None to work with, live with, teach and learn from. Perhaps it was best they turned back and sought Rowan out, three believers was better than two anyways. 

"What do you think?" The woman was not a student anymore. She had grown confident and assured in their ways, even if she did not hold all the knowledge that Mati or other Meloniis might just yet. That would come with time. As it was, the woman was a full-fledged witch -- as capable as Aerenys. She wanted her partner's opinion.