Dawn Treader Valley sufrimiento

The mystery girl still remains. Faustus, ever the invaluable host, and Andromache hovering at her side perhaps more than was necessary. He sought the supplies and had his people bring them — not for his own lack of wanting to speak with her, but an itch told him he was better along the sidelines. The care of ailing and emotionally troubled women was not exactly something his father had taught him.
The hissing call and subsequent sob, however, earns his attention. As he arrives, Euryalos is already there, dawnlight seeping into the valley through the groveline. He offers his own assistance.
For a time, he merely watches; studying, learning, inquiry draped over his narrow features. What had she been running from?