She wrung her hands in the water trying to purge the remnants of garbage from between her fingers. "When did this start?" Tossing her wavy locks of brown over her shoulder she turned her head to the woman behind her. "Some months ago, miss." She nodded simply. She'd met Basil just inside of the healer's hut. His normally hazel eyes were dark with massive circles beneath them and he was screaming. She could have gotten one of the ropes to tie him with, but Trae's heart bled personal freedom. She would not render him incapacitated, because to do so meant taking away his will. So quietly she had distracted him with coo's and reminders of past moments before slipping his sword out of his hand. When the kiss had been planted, his eyes glistening with moisture as she peered into them, her own fist on the hilt of his weapon, sliced straight through. Friends deserved mercy. Paytience.. would need Mercy as well.