The moment Jocelyn felt Octavius touch her, even in a simple hug to comfort her, she stiffened then pulled away. All she could think about was the man, the angry man who had taken her without her permission touching her, ripping away her closes and biting her. It was all that consumed her mind, the violation. She didn't mean to do it harshly, she just couldn't take being touched. It wasn't him; it was anyone. Anyone at all. "Don't," she whispered, then broke into real tears. The sobs came from deep inside, making her stumble back against the counter, and slide down the side. Sitting on the floor, she pulled her legs up and wrapped her arm around her knees, crying as the images of that night rolled in her mind.