@sharpnosedscout / continued from here
Exhausted, she thinks, does not even come close to how she feels. Battered and bruised, wrung out and feeling completely and utterly helpless as Tarja and her team try their best to heal Cid of his grievous wounds, that would be more accurate to the truth.
She knows Tarja would say she needs to rest. Jill knows she should, too, is the thing. Her entire body aches, inside and out, her arm most of all from the toll using Shiva has claimed from her. They'd only barely managed to clear away from the crumbling ruins of where Oriflamme's mothercrystal once stood, the area full of aetherfloods and akashic. In the end the only thing she could do was prime to fly both Clive and Cid to safety and have Clive practically drag them all the rest of the way.
But Jill knows also that she'll not find rest until she knows Cid will be alright. Until she has dealt with the fallout of Kupka's attack on their sanctuary. Clive is busy helping Otto and Charon bury those whose lives has been lost and Jill had tried to soothe and reassure where she felt she could, even with the knot of restless anxiety in her stomach, the feeling of uselessness that her powers could be of no help here; and Jill only useful as weapon.
So this had brought her to Gav. Her lips curl to a weak smile, shoulders drooping slightly as she sits down next to him, shoulder to shoulder. She may not know him as well as Cid or Clive, but right now she thinks they can both use the comfort.
" We can share, " Come her quiet words, a slender hand taking one edge of the blanket to curl it around her own shoulders, pulling it taut across them both.
A soft silence reigns. Eventually Jill goes a step further, taking his hand in her own. " Tarja said we'll know in a few bells time if he will make it. If he makes the night, she is confident he will survive. I have faith he will. "
At the very least she has faith in Cid's stubborn nature, his drive to survive.