As Junia got her breathing back under control, she noticed someone was speaking to her, but not in any language she understood. The man apparently knew several, though none she could follow.

Scratch that, the last one sounded ALMOST intelligible. Like a different dialect of Varscheinian. Something about drinking, maybe?

Oh. He was offering her water.

Junia took the offered cup and said “thank you.” Before taking a sip.