Lochila had just managed to reach the girl, even as she demanded a reasonable answer for this recent event. Towering over Torunn, the goddess attempted to reassure her by stroking her upper arms. Her emerald eyes looked into cornflower-blue. "Fragile things, honey. It was just moisture. [i]Just moisture and humidity[/i]", she repeated, with a green glow in the pupils of her eyes; her hypnotizing spell in effect. She hated to use her magic on the girl, but it was the only thing she could do to protect her from the truth. Even if Torunn found out, the black-haired woman will hesitate on how to explain it clearly for her. How could you tell a child whom you have raised on Earth to believe in something that was otherworldly? "It's late. Get rest", she softly told her, using the spell to keep the blonde relaxed from her hysteria.