"Yeah. I'm pretty sure she used ice," Billie concurs after considering it. She's seen Shura use ice before, back when dealing with the wolf, so it isn't a far-fetched guess to be making. "Her sword was cold enough to cause steam whenever she hit me with it. That would've been where the water came from."

The sword was still sharp but the ice would burst into hot steam on contact. She remembers wood scorching under her claws, flesh searing whenever she managed to rip into Shura— a bad train of thought. She stops it there and finally takes a drink from her mug. That makes her realize just how damn thirsty she is but for what little dignity remains, she isn't going to quaff an entire mug of tea in one go.

Her injuries are, at least, a simple answer.

"There are no injuries," she says, lowering the mug again. "It's like I was never hurt to begin with but there is something else."

She shifts her drink to one hand and has to fumble with the top two or so buttons of her shirt. It's only to go fishing for her necklace, as she has just as much inclination of showing off the extreme lack of injuries she's experiencing as Daud does in checking himself. Vial out, she turns towards him, holding it up for him to see.

It isn't quite half empty but it's damn near close to it.

"This was nearly full before," she adds helpfully for reference.