Aoife held her mirth in as the quartet dispersed. Though unexpected, she was glad to have heard the four men singing so wonderfully. She hoped that whomever they visited next would enjoy their piece as much as she had. Before she could say anything to finally answer Madison's question, Kol swept in with his usual flair, causing her to simply shake her head slightly. Ever persistent, he couldn't help but flirt with women he found attractive, or so it seemed from how he spoke with the nurse. As he came to her bedside, however, she felt her skin flushing again, both from embarrassment and from how he subtly complimented her.
"I-I'm doing fine, Kol. A little beaten up, but nothing I can't come back from. After all, I heal better than most people, and I grew up where a scratch was the least of worries." She put a hand on the back of his, even though his hands were by his side. "I hear you offered to help me get changed into attire more suitable for hospital care. That's very," she paused and smirked, her eyes glinting knowingly, "noble of you, you know. If you're not careful, you'll have girls like Miss Madison here swooning over how very gallant you can be." She looked at the nurse and winked, the smirk hardly shifting.
"As for what helps me best, physically laying on the ground is most effective. So long as my tattoos contact the ground, I can pull energy from the earth to restore my body and soul. That being said, I have to tap my magic to begin the process which, unfortunately, would be like drinking acid right now." She jerked her head slightly to the side of the bed where she'd vomited. "That's what happened when I tried just the barest touch to it earlier, and while the drink, whatever it was, that Sir Durandet gave me when he was visiting has helped me, I don't plan on trying again until at least this evening.
"If you have any herbal teas, though, that would be lovely. That, and the open window to the cultivated nature just outside will likely be best, unless you know of something that might work better?" She shifted in the bed, forcing her pillows up and more behind her back and she sat up, the hospital gown covering her torso as the blanket slumped down at her waist.