Eve didn't reply much at that, drinking the entire canteen down in one go - although, that was a mistake as usual when it came to sick people. As she quickly heaved it over into the water from her body' reaction, she groaned at that - wiping her mouth with her sleeve and sitting back up again. The other Stripe luckily offering Eve his own temporarily - she sipped this one slower, before handing it back.

"Sorry...old memories," she sighed, looking visibly exhausted. Like they had been after they had left Loc Muinne behind together. "I thought I had forgotten them...but, sorry. I am okay...okay....no, I AM NOT OKAY!"

Roche was soon yanked down to her level, as the woman in question - grasped onto his tunic and held on rather tightly. Like they were drowning and he was the only life-line in preventing that. Eve in question started sobbing at that - a complete turn-over from her previous interactions. Even when they had her in a Temerian prison and surrounded by uncultured men - didn't she bat an eyelash. But now she looked visibly broken and latching onto him as her only attachment.

"I will go get more water..." replied Roche' aid, leaving the two alone - so their ally could release the mental anguish that was tormenting her. It was rather sad sight of a cold mercenary being reduced to a hysterical woman in tears. Eventually she calmed, but still holding on tightly to him.

"I...once faced them. A village bordering the Nilfgaard Empire. They came, when I had been sleeping in an inn. They attacked so quickly, before I could react. Gathered up the villagers. Sometimes I wished they just had raped us...their choice of punishment was far worse..." she said, crying into his shoulder. "They gathered up everybody. Bound their hands, legs and gagged us. Then tied us into potato sacks - leaving only our head visible."

"Then they went around, stabbing people in their side...having them bleed....then dumped us into the swamps outside the village," she spoke, shuttering with each word that she spoke. "They left us there to rot. To be feasted on by disease, animal or worse. I managed to be alright, since my body heals naturally better. But the others didn't. They died around me, their bodies pressed against mine...slowly rotting, and contaminating the water."

"I spent a week in that place. Unable to move, eat, drink or even sleep properly....unable to even scream. The night chilled me, the sun scorched me, the water burned my wound, the dead...haunted me...I saw nightmares of the dead trying to choke me...." spoke Eve, her body shaking from the fear - to the point, that her words started to emphasize it - bringing her response, down to the point she was begging for her long forgotten parents. [i]".....mami...the monsters scare me...[/i]