Shotaye grew frightened, and brought water in a gourd.

She moistened her forehead and hands with the liquid, rubbed her face, and thus finally brought her back to some composure.
After drinking some water Say sat on the robes again, shivering and gasping.

Her mind seemed entirely gone, the expression of her features was akin to idiocy.

The room had grown darker, night was approaching.
As soon as she appeared to be quiet, Shotaye felt tempted to resume her questionings.

But she bethought herself of the late hour, and of the suspicion which might arise in case Say Koitza should not be home in time.