She barely heard the spells he was murmuring, though she did feel their effects as she felt her breathing come easier as her body relaxed. "Merci," she murmured, though she didn't move from her spot on the floor at first. "No, I just- I need a moment..." She realized as she lay there that she was in the very same spot that his father had died, and a tiny shiver went through her at the thought, her stomach heaving slightly again though she kept everything down. "Ces gens horribles, ton pauvre père..." Suddenly realizing she was speaking in French, she murmured, "Sorry. It is a 'abit." She drew in a deep slow breath. "If you 'elp me, I could get up and over to the sofa, and then I can tell you what I saw."