She listened to Isuelt wholeheartedly. She did not believe many years separated the two women, though she had never inquired into a number, but guiding words from a loyal friend (no matter the age difference) when her world had been effectively turned upside down were welcomed. Grey eyes were downcast as she let the counsel roll over her. This was what she had needed to hear, to be reassured of, all along, wasn't it' That she didn't have to always pretend everything was okay, that she didn't need to just get over each incident that sent her tumbling back into despair right away, she didn't need to just bounce right back and shove grief away from her.
She looked up at Issy and grinned a touch, knowing the Judge could probably take a punch from the smaller Empress but she doubted that her friend could handle all the fury and hurt that she could pour into that blow. It wasn't just the pain of this week, this month, or even this year. It was all the pain that had been building up for the last fifteen years that she just couldn't let go. It was siphoned off in minor fights and even in the rings of the Outback, but that was never enough. Time and time again it built up, churning inside her until she found herself here: brooding, solitary, walking that thin line of sanity and wishing every moment she could just let go.
Maybe it was the much needed gesture of comfort from Issy (the arm around her slim shoulders) that made her let go and start to cry again, or some of the words she needed to hear the most, it could have even been the scars she couldn't fail to recognize. They were tears shed in mixed relief. As Issy continued to talk, she was given the opportunity to compose herself, her thoughts. So much of what was said struck home, speaking to the fears and insecurities she had been fending off on her own. "All this shit," she gestured to the Sanctuary around them, sure that Issy understood she meant the situation and not the actual building, "I think it helps. How can I possibly keep mourning when I have to watch my back every second, help to watch your back, everyone's back." She rubbed at teary eyes with the butt of her palm. "It helps not to have time to even breathe, but in those brief moments when I do get that time, and I'm by myself, it all just comes flooding back and it's worse than I could have possibly imagined. I'm just overwhelmed in every possible meaning of the word."
"And maybe Stephen is a godsend"he is a godsend. Maybe he's even what I've been waiting for, didn't even know I was waiting for, all my life; but how am I supposed to give in and open up after everything" He's just another person that'll get hurt in the end because of me, and maybe I already love him too much to do that to him." She paused a moment. "Or maybe I'm just too scared to move forward because this is too good to be true, especially for me."
She moved on to something she couldn't ignore, not in good conscience. Issy had opened herself up with her display of scarred flesh and Jewell could not betray such trust. Rather, she felt the need to repay the secret shared. She quaked inside as she rolled up one sleeve of her sweater, she couldn't even remember the last person she had divulged this too. Perfect skin was marred by only three purposefully placed scars on the under side of her lower arm until she let that guise of magic forever kept up fall away. She couldn't meet Issy's eyes as she explained the scattering of scars that decorated the top of her arm (usually hidden), thin horizontal and diagonal lines fading with time; "I thought it couldn't possibly hurt so bad as everything inside did. Sometimes it was punishment, too. I only stopped because it became more convenient to let other people hurt me, to take a few hits in a fight and then get angry, hitting them back twice as hard." She gave a little laugh and unladylike sniffle.