 How does the Watcher feel about Neena and Var's arrival?
But its outward perils could not compare with the Ryzgas themselves, who slept within, ready to wake and conquer.... Var said, "The Watcher's cave should be three miles beyond this pass." Now, if her father and his kinsmen overtook them, it would be death for Var, and for Neena living shame. Which of the two was worse was no longer a simple problem to Var, who had grown much older in the last days. While she waited he spun a dream, attaching it to the crags that loomed over the pass, and to the frozen ground underfoot. Var saw with some surprise that all the walls were sheathed in ice—warm to the touch, bound fast against melting by the Watcher's will. Hot food and drink were before them almost at once. Warming to the old man now, Var sketched his and Neena's history briefly. The Watcher was broodingly silent; his eyes shifted to Neena, where she nestled by Var's side. Neena returned his gaze without flinching; then she looked sidelong at Var, and her lips curled with a proud and tender mockery. I did not see the sleepers, nor will any man until they come again, but I met their sentries, the sentinel machines that guard them now as they have for two thousand years. "Because of them we must build with dreams instead of iron, and our only fire is that of the Sun, and even now, two thousand years later, the Earth is still slowly recovering from the pangs and poison of that age.
 He is thankful to have company to pass his wisdom to
 He is thankful to have company to pass his wisdom to  He is a little disappointed to not have time to himself  He is suspicious of any people who would enter where he lives  He is thankful to have any interaction with other humans