The discussion that was going on behind Morana and Blythe was only just registering to the pale and stuttering girl. Her mind was paying more attention to the shaken form in front of her, feeling saddened at the other woman's words. Thinking they would tie her up again...she was really frightened of herself, wasn't she?
It was all too familiar to the tribal girl; the tears, the terror and the isolation. It was only in Asgard she had found that all the times she had apologised for her mere existence were unfounded. She had struggled to come to grips with the idea she wasn't to blame, but now, looking at the healer quivering before them, she began to realize what they were talking about. Even genuinely good people had problems, you just had to take teh care and time to remember it before judging.
Morana kept still, remaining in the position of kindness if needed. Hopefully it was worth something to Blythe that they were there for her, as people who worried about her, not just those there to restrain her.
"P-Pl-leas-se B-Blyth-the, y-you'll f-feel b-bet-tter if y-you g-go ins-sid-de." she continued, hoping the caring insistance would persuade the other woman to listen.