Olivia allowed Lita to adjust her posture, grateful for the lessening of pain that was almost immediate as soon as she was fully upright again. Her chest was still awfully tight and tears were still falling, but the positioning and correction had served to interrupt the crying jag she'd fallen into, too. She couldn't help but feel grateful for it; the embarrassment she felt after being interrupted prematurely was enough. How mortified would she feel if she'd been allowed to ride that emotional wave out the whole way?
"I'm okay," she said almost immediately, despite the fact that Lita could likely tell that she was still struggling to control herself without irritating her ribs too badly. "I just --" 'I had something caught in my throat,' maybe? No, Lita had examined her just an hour or so ago. She would know that was total bullshit. Every other potential excuse seemed too pathetic and obvious, too, so she took another moment, struggling to get her voice to work, before she said the only thing she was thinking just then: "It's just fucked up, you know?" And it was good to talk to someone who got that. Like, really actually got that, since they'd been there too. Olivia couldn't help but give Lita a look of obvious gratitude, but the question that came next caught her entirely by surprise.
"What do you mean? Of course we're still friends. I think we are, anyway." They were more than friends by this point, no doubt, but they'd never actually defined it and in her bleary state, Olivia had no idea what to actually use as a descriptor. And although they'd not yet even told Savannah about the two of them, Olivia couldn't help but blurt, "I don't want to worry her, you know?" She sniffled and bit her lip, trying her best to hold back another sudden surge of tears that appeared in her eyes. "Especially after we only just started, like, whatever this is between us. She's already so upset and I don't want to bother her."