Once they were all settled, Stefana set her cup on the floor and looked back up at the sound of Natlya speaking to her. She blinked, then nodded. "I'll be fine," she said. "I'm just a little tired." The Gaidin's eyes seemed to pierce right through her, noticing far more than Stefana had expected from someone who was not bonded to her. Stefana took a bite from the meat, knowing from experience that she needed to eat now even if she wasn't feeling that hungry. After swallowing, she explained, "This is normal for someone who's been channeling for a long time or concentrating hard on the weaving. Healing is....not something I do often, so it is usually tiring for me. I only need a little rest."
She kept eating, eyes going back to the woman who sat propped up, leaning against Natlya. As often happened with those who had been through a Healing, the woman was eating as fast as she could get the food to her mouth. Stefana wasn't going to speak to her now, while she was still recovering, but the Red sister observed to herself that eventually, she wanted some answers about what had happened here. They ate in silence, and Stefana was just finishing her water when she heard the woman speak.
"Thank you...for helping me," she said, brown eyes darting between Stefana and Natlya. "Who are you? Where am I?" She yawned and looked down in embarrassment. "I'm sorry....I don't understand why I'm so tired."
"It's all right," Stefana told her. "Being Healed will make anyone tired. You should get some rest now." The Aes Sedai put a hand on the wooden floor, pushing against it to help herself stand, then walked slowly towards the bed in the corner of the room. She rummaged through the covers of the already rumpled bed, eventually pulling out a sheet that was clean enough for use. She handed it to the woman, then sat back down.
To answer the woman's earlier questions, Stefana explained, "My name is Stefana Sedai, and this is Natlya Gaidin. We're in Arafel, near the town of North Bridge." She shoved down her instinct to ask the woman questions in return, knowing this wasn't the time. The woman's eyes were already half closed as she reached down to take off her shoes. Stefana stood and moved closer, kneeling down to help, but when the shoes and socks were off, her eyes were immediately drawn to a very familiar marking on the woman's foot. It was the same tiny sword, or blade of some kind, that they'd both seen on the severed foot back in Blackstone. It wasn't quite as fuzzy and faded, and the lines looked neater, but Stefana didn't doubt it was the same. She said nothing, and didn't allow herself any visible reaction, but she did turn around to catch Natlya's eye. The woman might need to sleep now, but when she woke, Stefana would expect some explanation from her.