Somewhat revitalized by travel, and confident to leave the garden alone for longer, Sina has been spending more time in the healing tents. Although quite competent with healing magic, she often prefers to use herbal remedies, partially to conserve her magic for the more dire injuries and partially so as not to provoke another shard-related incident.
When she sees Korrin talking to a new arrival, Sina smiles at them mildly from across the cluster of tents and then makes her way over, wiping her hands on a cloth.
"Hello," she says quietly, and, looking past Herian, greets the elves with a somewhat more emphatic "andaran atish'an." Then she clears her throat to address them all. "I'm not Eirlys, but I'll do what I can until she's available. Are there any who are badly injured?" Her eyes flit nervously to the pregnant elf; this is something she knows how to deal with in theory, but has never had an occasion to practice. Hopefully labor can wait a little longer.