The discomfort and tension within in the room was clear, but it was best not to comment on it Morana thought. Instead, she stayed in place, keeping her hands folded in front of her skirt.
The girl had mostly gotten over the initial shakiness of her ordeal, and was standing steadily by Alessa. She didn't want to make them worry about her, but she knew she would never be able to sleep tonight for worry of what might occur next, as it seemed Blythe was still taking a strange turn.
On hearing and watching her distress, the tribal girl really wished there was something that could be done for the other woman. Sadly, there was no solution to the problem at hand, so Morana could only look at the healer with a degree of sympathy, hopeful that this would end soon.