Two weeks was a long time to stay in one room. Not a life sentence by any means, but still, long enough to be uncomfortable. It wasn't that long to deal with what happened. If Eva was actually going to confront it and not avoid it instead, which generally sounded like the plan she was going for. Daniel never understood why that made a good plan. Avoiding the problem didn't mean it was gone or that it was going to go away. There was a difference between "Oops, I picked at my dry lips" and "Oops, I deliberately tortured someone for no reason".

Daniel winced as she bit her lip. Even from here, he could see blood staining her teeth.

"Stop." Daniel added belatedly, changing it from a demand: "Please."

The last time he'd told her that, and he'd been more polite about it then, she'd whirled at him, but things were different from that shore leave. They weren't exactly strangers anymore. Daniel was past the point where he was going to shut up if she told him to anyway.

Didn't know what happens next or didn't want to think that far ahead? They couldn't possibly account for every single situation that might come up. Eva had no problems turning someone into a living punching bag, and Daniel was almost certain this wasn't going to be the last of it if they just left it. He had to get her to understand it. "Ignoring this isn't going to make this all go away. You know that, right?"