Since meeting Ash, she could smell it on her. Even without her powerful sense of smell, Kurza could see it in her eyes. It was the same look she had once seen in the eyes of a Bosmer girl she rescued from bandits a few years ago. They had forced themselves on her, and Kurza actually yanked one of them, a redguard, off of her. The look in the bosmer's eyes, the numbed, empty look in her eyes was the same she saw in Ash's eyes right now. "They defiled you, didn't they?"

Ash didn't need to answer. The pain in her eyes said it all. Kurza's own eyes shimmered with sympathy, making them glimmer like pieces of amber. Grabbing the half-naked nord, she pulled her close for a hug, resting her head between her boobs as she stroked her head. Ash initially tried to fight her off but eventually gave in, letting the Orsimer hug her. Kurza's honesty and straightforward affection got to her, compiling the pain she already felt and she broke into tears, weeping into the orc's neck as the orc rubbed the healing potion into her back. It stung a little.

"Aye...they did" She whimpered between hiccupy sobs. “A Stormcloak...at the permission of...ul-"

"Ulfric Stormcloak." Growled Kurza, a hateful Snarl making her chest vibrate as each syllable left her mouth, dripping with disdain. "If I ever meet that nord, I'll rip out and eat his heart."

"Not if I do it first" Ash hissed, sighing in relief as Kurza finishes bandaging the injury. She then took the freshly forged and cured armor from the orc. "Thank you."