While Kain and Alessa could express relief at stopping Blythe, Morana sunk down until she was sitting on the floor. Her legs had given way beneath her, and all she could do was try and steady her breathing again. The scare she had received was now beginning to crash down on her, becoming much more real.
The girl's books were still scattered on the floor, but Morana was still too shaken to move and collect them. However, as her mind began to register the other two conscious Asgardians talking, the tribal girl managed to look up and listen to their words. It was with a mix of confusion and worry at the events that had occured that she managed to take in all that was said, but it didn't make her any less concerned about what had happened.
She could recall Kain saying Blythe was 'sick' not too long ago. It was when the healer started saying strange things about her voice that the he had jumped into the conversation, saying Blythe needed to be left alone because she was unwell. Nevertheless, this incident was much more unsettling. There was something really wrong, that much she could tell. She may had been a bit naive, but Morana couldn't shake off the worry she felt. Something much more troubling was going on, and that was making the normally calm Asgard woman act so irrationally.
"C-Can an-nyth-thing b-be d-done t-to h-help h-her?" she asked, her eyes saddening as she looked at Blythe's limp form. The fact that the woman had been holding a knife to her throat mere moments ago didn't seem as important now, instead the priority was making sure the healer was well, at least in Morana's eyes.