Turilia would stand there, watching with apprehensive eyes as everyone continued to relax.  Blood, from her opponent, dripped from her jaw as she gazed again at the glutenous allies, then back down to her unconscious foe.  She'd prop the tip of her staff to the feline's chest, then turn those golden eyes back to the others.  She still wasn't sure as to what was going on, but if the fight was over, well, she would stand by and try and figure out what was happening now with this naga.