The wait had been longer than Signum liked, but it had at least been fruitful. Seeing Momo's weapon restored and what had hopefully been the only lasting consequence of her turning set right did more to set Signum at ease than she would have thought. The sense of lingering bloodlust the previous night's battle and its sudden end had left her with didn't lend itself to introspection so she was uncharacteristically blind to the role the twin tensions of her special counseling and Reinforce's mysterious disappearance played in worsening her present murderous mindset.

But the main reason she stepped forward to help the fallen Norn was not this slight relaxation, but something older. For one whose faith rested with her weapons it was only natural to value one's armorer highly. Even if weapons of mere steel barely registered as proper armaments to a knight of Belka, the attitude was deeply-ingrained, and her work here meant more to the knight than her claims of godhood probably ever would.

The pink-haired warrior kneeled down at Momo's glance, picking up the weakened goddess and placing her gently but without fanfare on her bed. Minding the array on the floor, of course... she was pretty sure it wouldn't do anything with its user apparently completely drained, but you never knew with foreign magic.