Quinn shook her head, and the smile was replaced with a look of concern, and at the same time, one of determination (though the smile did still linger around the edges of her mouth). "[color=ffe63d]No. I'm gonna go tonight. If she's asleep when I get there I'll leave and go back tomorrow, but...[/color]"

She paused for just a moment, then sighed almost mournfully. "[color=ffe63d]I feel like people aren't talking to her, and I think that's sad. She deserves company like everyone else.[/color]"

She cast a glance at the fridge, imagining the slice of cake within. "[color=ffe63d]I know she won't be happy to see me, but...I at least want to give her the cake. She's alive just like us, so she's earned it, right?[/color]" Then she looked down, fiddling with her hair as she slowly continued. "[color=ffe63d]But she's not okay. Not, like, her body, though, I mean. She's...someone hurt her.[/color]" 

And then there was the guilt.

She knew on a logical level that she shouldn't feel sorry for hurting Roaki. What else was she supposed to do then? It was the best case scenario for everyone, so if anything she should feel proud of herself for managing to [i]only[/i] hurt Roaki and to not kill her.

But it wasn't a logical thing, what she was feeling. It was a bone deep regret and, yes, guilt. And though it wasn't as monstrous as the ocean that still reached out tendrils (ineffectual, at least at that moment) to her legs, it still hurt. There had to have been a less hurtful way to do what she did. A way that had made Roaki less vulnerable. She'd thought about it a lot during her stay in medical and hadn't come up with anything else that would've stopped her and hurt her less.

But there had to be something, right?

"[color=ffe63d]And...I want to apologize for hurting her too. I feel awful.[/color]"