Anairë was waiting outside, letting the girl's loved ones have some time when she heard the commotion inside. She rushed in, taking the girl's hand and holding it as she thrashed, letting her do so, for it was dangerous to attempt to hold her down.
When the seizure had calmed, Anarië closed her eyes and put her hand on her forehead, speaking softly in elvish.
The girl was healing, aye, but she was not yet out of the woods. It was a very serious illness.