The birds finally disappear, and Dorothy drops down to one knee next to her dog, giving him a thorough petting. Part of it is gratitude that he was smart enough to find some shelter on his own and direct his people to it (she always was a good judge of a great dog), and part of it is just trying to come down from the adrenaline high in the least embarrassing way possible.

"Are you a witch?" It's an honest question. "By the looks of you, I'd say no. If that's the case; probably not what I did."

Dorothy hadn't wanted anyone in this city to know what she was or what she was capable of; at least not right away. Showing her hand this early was never a part of her plan, but then again, neither was a terrifying monster invasion. At this point all she could do was hope these two were halfway trustworthy, and pray they could keep secrets.