Sereda is a sturdy girl. Even if she weren't a dwarf, she'd likely be able to withstand most shocks and physical trauma.
Damned if she doesn't stagger against him in shock.
It's a few seconds before she can recover a decent command of their common language. " ... with Morrigan?" is the first sentence fragment she can muster, and for one sharp moment, it looks and feels as though Sereda might cry.
But, she marshals herself, like an Aeducan should, and focuses on the good. "Did the ritual save both of us?" His life for ... what did Morrigan want, by sleeping with Alistair? Her relationship with the witch wasn't so bad that she would simply want to hurt Sereda.
And the last ... she outright shivers with how simple the statement had been, and how serious he looks. But oh, what a nice feeling just went through her limbs.
She looks up at him and finally smiles, a cautious, hesitant, unusual thing. "Will you do me a favour and kneel already?" She wants to at least put her arms around him again, for quite a few reasons.