To say that Jillian's mental state right now was fragile would be an understatement. With the stress of what had happened, whatever instinctual mental walls she'd been building had been crumbling fast. She wanted to get this over with, to forget about it and live her life as blissfully ignorant as she had before. She was thankful to Ita for caring so much that she insisted on doing this, but it was a drain.
Hugging Ita back, she suddenly felt her eyes droop and her body relax. The feeling emanating from her friend reminded her of a wash of cool water during a hot humid day. She drew in a deep breath and then let it out, her eyes opening in alarm as Ita dropped down. "Ita are you..." She nodded and refastened her pants, crossing over to the minifridge and pulling out a cold bottle of water. Handing it to Ita, she sat down and then looked at her friend, concerned. "Are you okay?"