"Would you believe I did my best not to injure myself?" Maeve says, wincing slightly at the movement as Aithne inspected her burns. Her hoarse voice grows a touch more amused as water is called for. "Trust me when I say that this...was unavoidable."

The pain easing is far more noticeable than the healing heat, and she lifts her eyebrows to study the blue-eyed woman with a sharper curiosity. "Flames leapt from roof to roof while I was in the alley between. Bad luck brought debris down on my head before I could shield. Not used to being able to yet."

"Maeve. Echokenner." Her introduction, such as it was.