Quinn closed her eye lightly. 

[i][color=skyblue]You never did anything wrong.[/color][/i] And she guessed that she hadn't done anything wrong. Or. Well. The only thing she'd done wrong was [i]be[/i]. They still came to Hovvi because of her. it still lay at her feet. But at least Dahlia and Besca wouldn't ever leave her behind. She'd been silly to think otherwise.

"[color=ffe63d]You and Besca,[/color]" she murmured. "[color=ffe63d]I must be the luckiest girl in the whole world.[/color]"

She remembered she couldn't hug Dahlia this time (she still counted it on the tally, though). So instead she stretched out beside her, taking her hand gently, running her fingers along the unfamiliar metal contours.

"[color=ffe63d]I'm sorry for making you go in there. I promise if I could've, then I would have gone myself.[/color]" Her words died away before any more reached her throat. It just seemed so blasé, whatever she was saying, whatever she was [i]thinking[/i] of saying; incapable of trying to communicate what she was trying to say. 

So she leaned in, resting her head very lightly against Dahlia's, and hummed, "[color=ffe63d]I love you, sis. You know that, right?[/color]"