Ember smiled as she worked, pumping water into a clay kettle and placing more sturdy logs over the coals. At first the fire licked the wood shyly before blooming into flowers of red and orange. Pouring the herbs into the kettle after eyeing the measurements, she stirred them and made a loose tea. She decided that the girl was either shocked to silence or in deep thought. Either way, the tea would help. Withdrawling a clay mug painted with silvery grey and rose petal pink, she took up a rag to prevent burns to retreve the kettle from the fire's hungry flowers. Letting the tea fall through a type of strainer so that there were no pieces of herb to choke on, she filled the mug 3/4 full and handed it to the lady.