[Evelyn sees the shatter right before it arrives, edging her chair closer and moving the catch Jane as she begins to shake, to fall. The embrace is only as tight as it needs to be, conscious that Jane might want to pull away from her.]

Don't say that. You're hurt. You're more than permitted to be hurt.

[She supplements with a little squeeze.]

I'm your friend. I want you to feel as though you can come to me.