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

Jess grimaced at Roxy's answer. [color=teal]"I'm sorry, I know..."[/color] She trailed off. Her words weren't empty ones, she really did know, having taken on that warped sense of time from the anchor before - but the last thing Roxy needed was a reminder of someone intruding into feelings she tried to keep locked away.

Guilt spread through her as she trudged outside, not just about the weak attempt to cheer up Roxy. There it was again, that loneliness welling up in the anchor and leaking out, like a wound that kept opening up and bleeding instead of healing. [i]Because I keep opening it up,[/i] the empath thought.

She cringed again as the anchor asked if she wanted to drive. She appreciated that Roxy was trying to give her more freedom, but... [color=teal]"Uh, well, I haven't had actual driving lessons yet,"[/color] she admitted. [color=teal]"I did a theory test and was going to, but then... Umm, that plan got put on hold. I can give you directions, though."[/color]

She'd thought she'd already mentioned this, before the drive from the cabin to Roxy's place, but that day had been such a whirl of ups and downs, she wasn't sure if she fully remembered such a detail among more significant ones. If she really had told her, given everything the anchor must have had to think about, Jess didn't blame her if what she'd said had slipped her mind.