Sybella is thankful for the blacksmith's help, but grimaces with fear that he might tire out and slip up, or that his son may put himself in harm's way.  Fearing for them and everyone in and around the temple, she runs to the stall to take a fistful of salt in each hand.  Focused on the task at hand, she does not yet notice Dea coming to assist.  The priestess puts her head down, makes her best assessment of a clear path through the chaos, and charges at the green cloud.  As she approaches, Sybella prepares herself for the influence of the transmutation magic.  She holds in image of herself in her head, concentrating intently and calling on her strongest memories to secure her mind against the insanity the cloud spreads.  As she approaches she looks, hoping to see some effect on the cloud's movement.