The sudden jerk caused Morana's eyes to widen for a split second, before squeezing shut as her body my hard contact with the tree. She forced back the gasps and groans of pain, not willing to let herself slip. If she did, she was unsure she would be able to stop screaming due to the fear and pain.
Biting her lip as the finger dug into her neck, she quivered and meekly move her head from side to side, squinting to look at Sal through blurry, teary vision as he asked the question.
She really had a lot to live for, a lot she wanted to live for, selfishly...however...
"I...am j-jus-st gr-rat-tef-ful..." she gasped, swallowing the lump in her throat. "...th-that I g-got t-to l-liv-ve th-this l-long."
If Morana hadn't came to Asgard the night she did, she would have been dead anyway. This was a blessing. She had known for once what it was like to have friends, to be truly happy. Those memories she would always carry and treasure. It had all been worthwhile; it was better to have a few moments of wonderful than a lifetime of nothing special.