She'd risen slightly to wet the edge of her skirt, and use it to mop at her face; when Conlan started retching again, she eased herself back down to the floor and shut her eyes, and her own urge to vomit only rose slightly. It was getting better, she thought. When the sound of gagging and coughing stopped, she cracked an eye open to look at the older soldier, and then, after a moment, slid the bucket across the floor slightly, in his direction.
"Oh. That's usually a hint. I was idiotic enough to drink what probably amounted to a whole bushel of lyrium of my own free will. And other things besides." She sighed a little, resettling on the floor. "Very idiotic." That last part was accompanied by something that sounded a bit like a yawn.