She'd dressed for the occasion before setting out to check on those injured from the mission: The little imp seemed to be springing back between sessions of insisting she'd had worse and "so long as Mox is OK I'm good", but now it was time to check on the more... fractious of them.

Madhuri stepped right in and made for the vase. Without a word, she weaved her hands as if the coax up something that lay hidden within the vessel. After a moment, bright red spider lilies sprung to life with a glimmer.

"...There we are. And how are you, dear?"