For a moment she's regretful she's woken her niece, but only for a moment. It's so much better to actually try to smile at her, instead, injured fingers reaching a little to try to hold the younger woman's hand-- or, at the very least, touch at her arm again.

"...Eileen." Her voice is still a little hoarse, throat still a little raw from so much screaming out in agony for so long. She speaks anyways, "Y-you did it, little one."