If this had been yesterday when she was still in Italy... The sight of these two corpses might have left her a little queasy.  Now, though, well...  Perhaps it was the gift of the goddess, or perhaps her experience in the dungeon.  She didn't feel much about seeing these bodies. Pity, perhaps, that they were killed by a small girl.  Hmm.  She needed this girl to rest.  "Octavia, dear, go rest in warmth, I'd rather you not get frost-bitten."  She told her demon dog companion.

With her pup otherwise distracted, she started to walk closer to the small elf girl in front of her.  "Now, Isidore here is right.  You're injured and I can help care for you."  The woman said, bringing her healing fire to her hand again.  To show that she wouldn't catch fire, she put it up to her face and noticeably didn't catch on fire or burn to a crisp.  

"See, it's safe.  Please, let me heal you.  It'll be slow but it will only get worse if you don't let me patch you up.  I can see many things about you and one thing is your injuries.  Your wrist and rib is especially bad."  Augusta mentioned, taking a step closer to the girl wit her hands up as if she were being held at knife-point, though it likely occured to everyone present that the girl wouldn't be able to win a fight here.