Swiftcurrent Creek Don't make any sudden moves.

Every tremble of the trees made her skin crawl. The sound of the distant creek rushing by filled Indra's brain with white-noise, but it did nothing to correct the pain in her head. The throbbing behind her eyes.
Maybe that was why she failed to notice the approach of one of her captors. Ring-Eye was suddenly standing near, a towering shadow; his blue eyes vibrant against the darkness of his face.
Indra flashed her front teeth — but she heard the offer, and faltered a bit with the display, then eyed the vessel where it rested. Yes, everthing about her wanted to scream — give me water!
No, she chose instead. I don't want anythin' from you people.
What sort of debt would they expect in return? They'd only get a knife in the back.