Just the right number of witnesses had seen an injured trooper miraculously healed so that rumors started to spread. It didn't help that Torvok now wore the ripped red tourniquet over his armor as a leg band, seeming to mimic the moment of his miracle.
As stable food and water supplies were found, earlier suspicion of Dolya had turned to an uncomfortable reverence. Gossip traveled and was embellished among those willing to engage, or desperate for hope.
"I swear, during that fight on Kalyu my TIE moved by itself. There was a blast that I didn't see, and it just missed clipping me. His witch saves us."
"Did you see her turn down food? She sacrifices for us."
"I was dying of thirst planet-side, and I saw a vision of Her that led me to a stream."
For the crew, it was reassuring in the face of their isolation to believe that an all-powerful witch was watching over them. The stories expanded beyond anything that she could take credit for.
Especially in light of her failure on Lothal, Dolya was wildly uncomfortable with the whispers, glances, and bowed heads whenever she walked past. Thrawn, on the other hand, viewed this as a useful tool. His mind lingered singularly upon returning his family to the known galaxy and securing their future.
All the while, as desperation drives creativity, Dolya was extending her abilities. As her powers expanded, she was starting to sense something awaken.