Sina's smile slowly dwindles into a look of vague confusion, though she wasn't born yesterday and can tell when a human is being... well, a shem. She looks from Herian to the elves, trying to puzzle out the situation. Then she tries again, forcing the smile back on.

"I assure you I'm a capable healer," she persists, "and I can see to any minor injuries or immediate threats while you wait for Eirlys. ...there's really no need to wait."