His own reflexes were too slow to stop Jilly when she lashed out. He had been too preoccupied with keeping between his friend and her canvas, trying to keep her attention on them instead of the paint. The slap was loud and Geordie's eyes went wide.

Jilly hitting someone was definitely not normal behavior.

This time, his hands dart out to grab her wrists. No more violence, not tonight.

"Jilly." His voice is stern. It takes a lot to get Geordie angry, but the worry he feels right now is enough. "Jilly, what happened?"