Iulia nodded. "Yes, that's my sister. She's an idiot. A beautiful one, but an idiot." She covered both hands with her mouth, embarrassed to have been so forward. "The Celtic tongue is a beautiful one. I wish that I were more eloquent with it. But as it is I'm hated by my people." She absently mixed some of her herbal extracts to make a strengthening medicine in a spare vial. She handed it to him. "This will numb pain, but... It might make you sort of "lose yourself" in that you don't remember your own moral and ethical values. Use it only when it's necessary, and only a couple drops. Much more than that and the side effects would probably outweigh the benefits."
She started to pack up her medicines, ready to leave the cell, but she was rather reluctant. This was the only outside contact the man would get for a while, after all, and she was probably the only person in Rome who spoke his language willingly (however lacking her skills in it were.) She owed it to him to stay down here until HE was the one to tire of having company.