It seemed the woman had done more than simply unnerve her niece; as Cambria stuttered out a response, Ghita felt the guilt of her actions. Of course, after that fool who had killed little Denali, she felt prepared to deal with anyone else who came to ruin the tentative equilibrium of the Marino world. Cambria, however, was not one of them. Her aunt tried to comfort her, offering her a seat that her niece quickly took. Her actions, her body language, concerned her aunt. Ghita's turquoise eyes studied the woman, rubbing one hand against her knee while she tried to figure out what could possibly be wrong. She claimed to be okay, but Ghita could tell otherwise.
"My leg, it is fine. The man with the feathers, Dawali, he did a very good job" She had been impressed with the man's skill in tending to her break, and was glad to see that he had been able to back what she'd been told. The conversation didn't stay on her leg for long; as soon as she replied to Cambria's inquiry, she started off on her own. "Che cosa circa voi, miei cari? Stai bene? Non mentire alla tua zia Ghita." She kept her voice mellow, calm, as she asked about her niece's welfare. Something was wrong. She wanted to know what.