"It still sounds like a monumental task." She admitted softly just before she felt another bout of nausea surge in her. She realized that she would be feeling queasy for the next few days due to this operation. As she sat herself down once more, Blythe realized that, while she was sick, she was not as sick as she should have been.
She paused, and then gazed at Vader, inquisitiveness etched in her features. "What did you do?" She asked. "What did you do when I healed you? I should be bedridden. And while I would usually leave my current health to good fortune, I feel as though I should thank you. Did you lessen my fatigue?"