This was not how Whit had planned this to go. She had intended to come here, tell him the truth and then absolve him of all responsibility while ignoring the likelihood that the most responsible, dependable person she had ever met would likely take the absolution of responsibility about as well as most would take the prompting to jump off a steep cliff. Still, this wasn't his problem and she wasn't going to see him make it into his out of some inborn sense of responsibility for everything.
"Nauseated," she said between gritted teeth, which was the honest truth about what was happening to her. When it had passed, she sat up again and then leaned back into the welcoming plushness of the chair, eyes closed. "Water now, please?" she asked weakly.