 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." Var sensed her fear, and the love that had conquered it. 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. Meanwhile they redoubled the yoke and the punishments, hastening the completion of the last of the starships. "From the memories that the old Watchers have left here, and from the memories of dead men that still echo in the air, I have gathered a picture of that world's end. Var and Neena stared, unstirring, with wide vacant eyes, while the old man wove a dream around them, and the bright ice-cave faded from their vision, and they saw— Black starless night, a sky of rolling smoke above the greatest city that was ever built. Before them death waited around the citadel where the masters still fought. He was momentarily uncertain that he and she were real and here, such had been the force of the dream, a vision of such scope and reality as Var had never seen—no, lived through—before. Yet it is a happy world, compared to that the Ryzgas made and will make again."
 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