Sina smiles wearily. "Nymii is like that," she rasps, "to her and Sedi, strength is blood. ...they're not wrong, in their way. But they're..." A long pause. "....special."
Resting her head against Sorrel's, Sina sighs, a small expulsion of breath almost containing a cough before she covers her mouth and tries to relax. "...anyway, if I could take a beating, I wouldn't be here." A sad smile.