( She holds her breath, sloowwwllyyyy exhales it, and seems to hold her breath on the out because what the fuck do you even say to that? She has no frame of reference. Zero. No frame for her. She is frameless.

First thing, she leans across the table, gently nudging Sarah's wrist with her hand. )

That's pretty messed up. ( Quiet, a little rough. Concerned, really. Sarah's like her sister, or something, and Sarissa's in a nebulous place where she can't decide if family is fucked up or the most important thing there is. Bit of both, really. ) I'm not gonna say it isn't, 'cause that'd be bullshit. That's fucked, honestly. Doesn't— I mean. It matters that you aren't okay with it now.