“Don’t worry about it…” she would smile, “I’m used to things like that… I think you stopped my violent mess last time. Memories are terrible. Especially the ones where you lose people important to you.”
Jak winced, nodding as he slowly started to sit up, the movement a plea for her to let him free. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as a headache slammed into his skull like a ton of bricks.