Jillian blanched and then looked up at Ita, the look on her face indicating that she wasn't entirely sure that eating her wasn't Caibre's intention. He sure had acted like she looked like a good meal. She snorted when Ita agreed with her, sighing and leaning back into the chair with a wince. Her hair was wet. Ita must really have been angry...things were starting to get damp in the room.
"That's true," she sighed. Ita had an excellent point. If she didn't tell, Caibre would just do it again. If she told, he'd probably still do it again. Running a hand through her hair, which was tangling because of the moisture, she stared downwards and then shrugged. "Is it? How do we know that the others won't think I'm exaggerating things?" she asked, glancing up at Ita for a brief second before looking down again as Ita took her hands.
Frowning, her jaw clenched. "I should take care of it myself, Ita...I don't want you going near that guy. It's not that I don't think you can't stand up for yourself, but he's nuts. He thinks he can get away with anything, clearly." She rubbed her hand over her face, making a frustrated noise. "Who do I tell, though? My guide?"