 What does Var think of The Watcher?
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. 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. Var looked grimly at the Watcher, and would have spoken; but the Watcher seemed suddenly a very long way off, and Var could no longer feel his own limbs, his face was a numb mask. Var strove to cry out that there was no time, that Groz was near and that sleep was for infants and the aged, but his intention sank and drowned under wave upon wave of unconquerable languor.
 He respects him even though he is surprising
 He respects him even though he is surprising  He will trust him in any decision even if he does not like him personally  He thinks all of his ideas are ridiculous  He thinks his reputation is overblown but he thinks he is nice