Nahariel looks up from her sketching, the beginnings of a simple halla-horned circlet traced out at the bottom of what looks like an unfinished letter. Given the sketch now takes up part of the page, it seems destined to remain unfinished. Her eyes widen slightly, taking in the well-dressed, graceful, and composed woman who'd come to visit her clansister. Everything around the Iron Lady seemed simple and rough in comparison.

She had never seen shem'len nobility before--and this woman was almost certainly one. Nari immediately resented the woman almost as much as she found her impressive. But her words were as quiet and sympathetic as her voice was cultivated, and so Nari replied without malice.

"Not well, but there are good things to be found each day. Her breathing is clearer today, and her fever is less." A pause, as the hunter turns to rest the back of her hand along Sina's cheek. She nods slightly. Less. Not gone, but less. Although she felt so often she could hardly tell. "She has not woken yet, not truly. Sometimes she speaks, but the words mean nothing."