Quinn felt a lot of things right now.

But she mostly just felt numb.

Safie departed, leaping and bounding like a cat into the nighttime crowds.

Then Dahlia came over to her, stumbling over her words just like Quinn did before she took out a pen and wrote phone numbers on her hand. One for her, and one for Safie. Quinn just stared at the numbers as she left too. She'd never be able to call them, but she still wanted to keep them. She didn't get it.

Then Daz spoke up. And just like Dahlia had said, he was going to let her stay with her. They could go into town, or go back out on the water, or—

"[color=FFE63D]Uhmm,[/color]" she said, sitting down again with a [i]thump[/i], staring blankly off into the distance where she saw the two Saviors headed. "[color=FFE63D]I think I...do you mind...can we just sit here?[/color]" Her voice sounded almost hollow, vacant, like her body was talking but she wasn't really behind the wheel anymore.

The giants were barely visible through the gloom now. Safie was going to be joining them. Was Deelie going too? What had they come here to do? Something big and important, she thought. Saviors fought something, she knew that, but whenever she'd tried to look it up at home, she'd come up empty and didn't know why.

At the thought of home—and Daz's mention of it earlier—the spell on her was suddenly broken. She let her head loll forward, and her voice dropped to a choked whisper, almost inaudible over the commotion. "[color=FFE63D]I just want to sit here. I don't feel so good.[/color]" Indeed, her stomach was doing the [i]thing[/i] again, but worse this time. It felt like something was hissing and bubbling and evaporating inside her. Like something was being burned and eaten away. 

It still didn't hurt, not really. But it made her feel [i]sick.[/i] She'd only thrown up once, when she was only eleven and had snuck out of her room. It didn't feel anything like this. It had really, really hurt. But she thought she might do it again anyway.

She looked back down at her hand. The numbers were still there. She still didn't have a phone. She didn't know how long it would be until her parents would be home, but once they did, they'd take the numbers away, she knew it. She dropped her head down between her knees, staring at the wooden decking. She knew they would be okay. Safie was so sure, and Deelie—well, she'd sounded less sure, but still sure.

So why did she still feel like something terrible was about to happen?

"[color=FFE63D]I think I might be sick.[/color]"