Quinn was like a cornered animal. A cornered [i]hurt[/i] animal. She pressed herself into Besca, shrinking terrified away from Dahlia as she stood.

"[color=ffe63d]No—yes—it was there, it was there, I know it was,[/color]" she gibbered, trying to get more words out than could fit in the space and only making things more garbled, "[color=ffe63d]and the one from the lake—mine oh god it's mine now—it was LOOKING at me I saw it, and she said that it was [i]hunting[/i] me and I needed to run and run and run and run—so I ran but it was still [i]looking[/i] and it was going to kill me until Safie—[/color]"

She turned, burying her face in Besca, unable to bring herself to look at her sister. That concerned look on her face. It was too nice. Too nice, she didn't deserve it. Her voice was muffled now, but still she kept talking, words pouring out of her like water from a broken faucet. "[color=ffe63d]And—and—and what else could it have meant, it found me in Runa, it knew I was there, it [i]KNOWS MY NAME[/i], it was looking for me! I [i]brought[/i] them I'm the one that brought them to Hovvi and [i]if I had just stayed inside none of this ever would have happened![/i][/color]"

She'd given up holding back the tears and was crying openly into Besca's stomach now. She was terrified of this. Terrified of how [i]nice[/i] they were being. 

It wasn't right. This wasn't how it should be going. They should be screaming at her, blaming her, sending her off the Aerie, putting her somewhere she couldn't hurt anybody anymore.