Alistair's nudge is enough to get her attention, at least. She starts at the contact, peeking up at the boot to ascertain if this one is going to be stomping all over her, too. Luckily, the only stomping seems to be from Nerva, her voice cutting through to even Beleth's mind. But Nerva is no ally, not like Alistair, and she can't puzzle out if she's here to help her, or lend her sword to Cade.

It's enough to pull her out of hysterics, though it can't stop the crying itself. Beleth curls up tighter, watching the other woman with fearful eyes. Alistair's boot is given a nudge back, maybe to comfort him, or let him know she hasn't permanently transformed into a banshee, or maybe to warn him that Nerva is a big meanie face.

"D-Don't let them kill me," is helpfully added in a hoarse whisper, because it's not like that has been what Alistair has been trying to do, or that he needed to be asked. If he could even hear her--she's not trying very hard to speak up. "Please. I-I'm sorry."