[center][color=teal][h2]Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey[/h2][/color][/center]

Jess let her gaze drop to the table, deciding not to pry further. Roxy wasn't going to let on any more, seemingly for good reason after all. Despite the anchor's insistance she could handle it, her stress spread through the air like a winter chill, a sense of resignation hanging about her as if she'd have to do something she didn't want to do.

Without a word, Jess stood up and slowly made her way across the room. She reached out, resting a hand on Roxy's shoulder with the lightest of touches - then withdrew it. She'd meant it to be a gesture of comfort, and in a way, an apology for landing her in this mess. Now, though, the empath knew the reason for the distance the anchor put between herself and others, or at least part of the reason. And she couldn't blame Roxy for wanting to keep that distance.