Phillip moved with catlike reflexes when he saw her falter and hold on to the chair. He rested a steadying hand on her back, fully prepared to catch her if what looked like dizziness turned into something more. It was bad enough that they had to deal with the stress of talking about this and fighting, but she had to deal with the physical symptoms as well. Damn it all to hell.
"Whitney?" He said softly. "Maybe you should sit down. You don't have to hurry out."