Dahlia watched the fear in Quinn’s eyes melt into understanding, and felt relieved. Her own expression softened, and reached out as well when she did, though Quinn decided against the hug at the last moment. 

“[color=skyblue]I’m glad. I trust you, too. I can’t…help worrying. So much has happened, and none of it is fair. What’s worse is that it’s probably not going to stop anytime soon.[/color]” She frowned, more to herself than anything. She was meant to be [i]comforting[/i] Quinn, not preaching doom. “[color=skyblue]What I mean is, I’ll always be there for you. Besca, too. Neither of us blame you for anything—you never did anything wrong. And even if you did, I don’t care. I’m with you. That’s family—[i]real[/i] family.[/color]”

“[color=ffe63d]I'm going to keep a tally of all the times I can't hug you, and repay it with interest once you're better.[/color]”

Dahlia smiled. She couldn’t think of the last time Quinn had tried to make a joke, it made the room feel brighter. “[color=skyblue]You’d better,[/color]” she teased. “[color=skyblue]Debts are the one thing I [i]don’t[/i] forgive.[/color]”