Eodras listened to the Haradrim speak as he laid against the tree, she didn't seem too impressed with the answer Eodras had given her. He didn't know what else she was going to expect from a Gondorian who all of his life had been raised and taught to hate her race. It would take a lot for his opinions to  change. 

After she'd spoken and started to walk off, Eodras quietly said "Good answer." Not knowing whether she heard him or not but not really caring either way. He slumped further down into the tree, trying to find a spot that would be comfortable enough to get some sleep, knowing he'd need all the energy he could get. 

Within a few minutes Eodras had found a position that was bearable, he was curled up and the fire was keeping him warm while his makeshift tent was keeping him dry. His eyes started to get heavier and he could feel himself drifting away. As he fell asleep the woman from the forest came into his dreams as clear as if he was standing in front of her again, repeating everything that she'd said.