Momo watched with curiosity as Skuld performed her alchemy. Having watched Kimbley perform the same kind of repair on her sword, she was interested to see how different the techniques were. When Skuld started using a language she didn't understand and the vague feeling of the power coming from the small goddess was enough to tell her how very different their alchemy was.

So focused was she on observing the process, enough that she'd started to bring spirit threads into focus out of curiosity, that she didn't notice the backlash hit Skuld until the goddess was on the floor.

"Skuld-dono!" Momo darted to her side, kneeling down, and pushed the girl's hair back from her face. Momo peered into her eyes, concern in her own, as she took a quick peek at the goddess' threads. It wasn't enough to cause a nosebleed, but her hand on Skuld's forehead shook just a bit before she got it under control. Though exhausted, it seemed Skuld would be alright.

"You pushed yourself too far; my apologies for asking what I have of you," the shinigami said. "I am in your debt. Call upon me if you ever need to. If rest is all you need, we will be on our way," she hooked the arm with her cast underneath Skuld's shoulders, "after we have moved you to a more comfortable place."

Unfortunately, the cast and Momo's still tender torso wound was preventing her from finding the best way to pick Skuld up. She glanced up at the nearby knight for help.

"Signum-kun..."