She stared at the empty cold fireplace, really listening to what he'd said. Sighing, she ran her fingers back through her hair and shook her head, admitting defeat. Daryn spoke in something just above a whisper, which was even harded to decipher given that her voice was normally hoarse. "I have no idea what I am doing here."
Sitting back on her heels, she looked to him, clearly lost. "I don't know how to do this. I just... don't remember how it's supposed to work." While it seemed like she was talking about building the fire, her words were a little more heavily loaded.