Aithne blinked at the greeting and then recalled the woman from the past night. A slight smile as she settled next to her.

"Naturally, as well as you."

She turned her ice blue eyes over Maeve.

"Though some worse of wear." A gentle pull back of the other woman's sleeve, inspecting her burns. "And you have taken too much smoke from the sound of it as well." She called for water for she had none on her as she clasped her hand with one of her own and the top of the streaked burn on her arm with the other. "Dare I ask how you achieved such?"

Aithne's banter was meant to distract from the subtle heat running along the length of the burn, the pain fading by moment of contact.