She chuckled at Darrian with a little shake of her head. "I am doing much better. You were in worse shape than me; I'm actually impressed. No one's gotten away with hitting me before without severe consequences." She arched a brow at Darrian. He looked much improved - some color had returned to his cheeks, and his movements were quick, lively and vital. "Although, if you ever set fire to my ship again, I will kill you."
Her lips quirked as Thren defended himself. As was becoming usual, she had the mild urge to touch him, even if it was to place a hand on his shoulder. She didn't however, and maintained her casual stance against the railing. "Thren is not a nurse; that would be Sylara. The same woman who tended to you." Her eyes danced to Darrian, "Although I heard several other interesting pleas to be allowed to ah, tend to you. Shame you were unconscious."
Her eyes flicked towards Kinai and she smiled a little bit. "I'm glad she's settling in well, although...she hasn't tripped anyone, has she?"