Nodding slowly, Blythe couldn't see Alessa's smile. She didn't know what she was thinking, or how the entirety of the situation felt being carried on her shoulders. She admired her friend, that she had tried to make herself better in the face of Sal's torment. Alessa was stronger than she'd given her credit for. The oracle was beginning to learn that she really never should have felt to take it upon herself to mother Alessa. Alessa had never needed a mother. She needed a friend.
"I think that is a wise decision on your part." She admitted, her expression softer as it spoke of relief. "He will certainly no longer be able to conquer you. He is losing his power in Asgard."
But she still worried for Mitch, who quietly approached her at times, telling her of what Sal had done to him. She hated the gunslinger doubly for it. Because where his claws had been removed from one person, they were digging deeper into another's.