Niska's smile is a soft thing, feeling warmer than she has in some time. Perhaps the true word for it is optimism and not warmth, but her attention is on the bandages and on Brigitte and she doesn't think there's anything else she wants to do right now.

"Yes, of course. Then you can tell me about it," she says, pausing before she dips her hands in boiling water. She stops, though, and gets out the tongs to do just that, which will help to occupy the next stretch of time in companionable conversation and company, none of which she'd want to trade for anything.