Athessa nods slowly. It makes sense, but she's not sure she's ready to let anyone in on that part of her unless it's absolutely necessary. No matter how cathartic it might be to have two other friends who know what she went through and understand, the idea of telling someone who can't relate, who doesn't know how it feels, who then must be burdened unwillingly with something that is so uncomfortable to bear...it frightens her.

Another moment, another cold-induced sniffle, and she shuffles her feet in the grass, working out how to word the question she wants to ask.

"On the subject of going to bed with people," she starts, "What um...how do you deal with...when you're present and into it one minute and then suddenly you're back when that happened and--" Unsure what word to assign to the feeling of panicked and hit with the urge to run away, she gestures vaguely, curling her fingers as if gripping some invisible object in her hands.