Being an herbalist, it took Sina exactly one trip into the Gallows to help with the Felandaris before her anchor spurted and laid her out for a day and a half, so for the safety of everyone involved she's at the Docks instead.
She hates the stone under her feet, the constant smell of smoke and metal and sulfur, the salty air, the sounds of rending and building and hammering: but she's never been one to sit by while others get the work done, so Sina has been doing what she can to offer comfort to the laborers, mending minor wounds and ailments through herbs and trace amounts of magic.

She can generally be found scurrying between workers, carrying water, cleaning a scrape, or just sitting collapsed and exhausted against an open wall, her little chest heaving with the effort of parsing all this extra stimulation. Her lungs aren't happy for it, that's for sure.