Jaina had managed to get as far as one of the enormous wooden poles holding up a pier and was leaning lightly against it, her knees drawn up and the arm that was missing a hand against her chest. Her head was tilted back, eyes closed as she fought off the nausea that the sight of her own stump caused whenever she caught a glimpse of it. At the sound of her brother's voice she finally opened them, offering him a weak smile.
"Hey Jacen," she replied. "I could use..." A hand. The thought was enough to cause a hysterical half-giggle to pass her lips before she grew somber once more. "A little help, here."
She was still angry. Livid, even. But she'd tried to calm herself as best she could. Most of it was an act - and Jacen would be able to tell as much she was certain - but that didn't stop her from doing it. It at least made all of this more bearable than the thought of raging and being completely helpless to do anything about the reason for the rage.