The war is over

Perhaps had she not been out of any sorts, she might have shared her sisters sentiment. But the only thing she could think of was fix. It was a broken thought in itself. The daughter could not fix much of anything; she herself was broken, too, from the battle, from the loss. It was evident their Mothers disapproval. Perhaps even in the consort she had allowed to let go of. The daughter of the Sea tried to divine the meaning of this, while Reek spoke. Knowing she had not listened, she looked to Wynter, encouraging her to do what he had said. She was not in the right mind to do much of anything yet. Not for him, not in her anger and her turmoil. Likely she would hurt him in the process. 

Wynter regarded her. I think before we set his leg, the Sea must cleanse him first. The sisters— 

Aella came now, barking things at their leader. The daughter of the Sea stared at Aella, and moved toward the congregation with a strong strut, though took care to mind her place. She ignored the throb in her shoulder. This is not the time, the place. We are all hurting. To turn against one another would be a mistake. We must look to the Sea, now more than ever, instead of our own selves. This was no challenge; she merely sought to remind the other what was most important. They had all lost sight of that; it was time she and her sisters do what her mother had sent them here for.