"I'm alright, thanks," Emmeline said, with a small smile. She had picked up Alastor's old habit of not consuming anything that she hadn't prepared herself. Even though she knew this was truly her old friend Hestia, there was no harm in being safe.
She watched the other woman carefully, curiously, as she spoke. "My memory was imperfect for a few months," she said, "But that was because of the accident. Have you been hurt recently?"