She nods, feeling even guiltier. Freaking him out hadn't been the goal. She should have realized... human reaction. Humans. These people aren't fae. "He's less-freaked now. I fixed that." Mostly. A little. Ugh, he's still terrified and she knows it. She's scared, too.

"I seriously doubt anything can wreck him worse than this. Dude, he thinks you leave him. He thinks he gets sick and you can't handle it and you leave."

She's practically sitting on the edge of her seat, leaning forward, getting close, trying to make him understand and practically pleading with him here. "I'm only making that promise if you tell him you don't leave. This place has been shit to him since he got here! It can't be shit back home, too. Not fucking acceptable."

And now she's invested. She cares. That's her Squishy and he understands her and they're friends and she'd do practically anything for him just like she would for Bo. It's all in the look she's giving Jesse.