After a few minutes she stirs, a smell of mustard eminating from her again.  Her beady eyes crink open slightly, she moves slowly but the warmth is already easing her movements.  She watches those around her not making a peep and gradually the mustard smell fades.  She accepts the tea, giving a small nod in thanks.  She pushes away from the rubbing.  Her blood was flowing just fine all she needed was warmth.  She sips the tea and checks to make sure she has her spell stick.  She doesn't seem to respond to the woman's question but after a moment she shakes her head and points to herself.  The air smells minty as she does this.  She points to herself and makes a shivering motion then looks a little lost, unsure how to pantomime being ectothermic.