Quinn was almost knocked over by the sheer level of anger pouring out of Dahlia's face and the venom in her voice. There was a heart-attack second where she was absolutely certain that Dahlia was going to yell at [i]her[/i], she didn't know why. But it passed in a blink, and then the rage was less [i]scalding,[/i] and more [i]warming.[/i] Like a warm blanket on a cold night, Dahlia's anger scooped her up and held her close. She reached out as though to hug her sister, but remembered at the last moment that she had three ribs that needed to set.

So instead she sat back down again, staring into Dahlia's furious eyes. "[color=ffe63d]It's really that bad, huh,[/color]" she murmured to herself before directing her attention back to Dahlia proper.

"[color=ffe63d]I know,[/color]" she said quietly. "[color=ffe63d]I trust you.[/color]"

A pause. A moment. The drawing of a breath, a tiny hesitation to gauge whether or not something was okay to say. Then, "[color=ffe63d]...and she trusts you too.[/color]"

Picking up the eyepatch from her lap, she steadied her shaking hands enough to replace it, letting out a relieved sigh when she smoothed it back down over the scarred growth. Then, sitting there in silence, she felt the impulse to embrace Dahlia again. And again, she had to resist. This was going to happen a lot, wasn't it?

"[color=ffe63d]I'm going to keep a tally of all the times I can't hug you,[/color]" she joked, forcing humor into her voice though her expression remained unchanged, "[color=ffe63d]and repay it with interest once you're better.[/color]"