Holding her friend tightly, Ita just let her cry quietly for a moment. Trying to be comforting, she wiped a tear away that had escaped her scrubbing, and leaned over and kissed her forehead. "It does suck. But I'll take the pictures - at least it's not some stranger doing it, right? And then I'll take care of the bruise. You'll have nothing to remember it by." So, she'd probably get a headache. Healing took a lot more out of her than manipulating water. Water was easier.
Stroking her hair once before standing, Ita picked up her camera and the dollar bill, and handed it to Jillian. "Ok, just a few pictures. One with your face so we can prove it's you, and the rest just of the bruise, ok?" Ready when Jillian was, Ita stood waiting for the go ahead. She was trying to be as gentle about it as possible.