The cake was good—more importantly, it seemed like Quinn enjoyed it. Dahlia was content with that, and was more than a little bit thrilled by the prospect of getting to spend a few afternoons teaching her sister the ropes. She wasn’t especially well-versed in baking, but if it meant getting to spend more time around Quinn, listening to her laugh, seeing her enjoy herself, then she’d certainly read up.

She was happy. Really, she was, but there was one small seed of concern. In another glance to Besca, she could see that it was shared between them. 

“[color=gray]Oh, hun,[/color]” Besca said. “[color=gray]You wanted to—you were gonna go [i]tonight[/i]?[/color]”

Dahlia nodded. “[color=skyblue]Mm, yeah, you know, it’s kinda late.[/color]”

“[color=gray]Late, yeah. Guards are probably off-duty for the night, and she’s…uh…you know, she’s probably asleep by now.[/color]”

“[color=skyblue]Right! She’s probably [i]super[/i] tired anyway. I only just got out of medical today, and all I lost were a couple fingers and some bones. I bet she’s clonked right out![/color]”