Matilda purses her lips, silently sitting through the conversation, an achievement earned only for a topic as serious as this. Her eyes linger on Gyre in particular, something about his tone makes her want to comfort him, and she stands like she's going to do so-- but thankfully, the Wizard's apperance saves her from any awful fate that might come of such an action.

Matilda presses her hand against her chest in surprise-- a hint of relief passing across her face. "You're okay!"