Quinn pulled her feet up onto her chair, wrapped her arms around her knees, and held them tight, making eye contact with her sister briefly before looking away. Even though the stove behind her was still warm from Dahlia's cooking, she suddenly felt cold, and she found herself shivering. It was a hard thing to feel, that frigid wind. It reminded her still of her first few days here, a blur of panic and screaming and tears and she felt her breath hitch before she quickly shut it down.

But she was quickly knocked out of her reverie by Dahlia being...well, correct. But that just made sense, if she thought about it for more than a split second. Of course Dahlia would know what Quinn thinking, 'cuz Dahlia was the best. They'd spent so much time together that they were—well, that wasn't quite true. [i]Dahlia[/i] was starting to read [i]Quinn[/i]. Quinn, on the other hand, wasn't able to quite put together how other people thought in general. Not yet. But if she was [i]close[/i] to doing so with anyone, it was definitely Dahlia, beyond a shadow of a doubt.

She looked up at the ceiling, and her brow furrowed. "[color=ffe63d]...Yeah. I don't think they'll do anything to us, I'm [i]important[/i] now and you already were.[/color]" She sounded almost dazed, still. The idea of her being important on the world stage would take [i]some[/i] getting used to. She swallowed. "[color=ffe63d]But what about Besca, or Doctor Follen? What about [i]Roaki?[/i][/color]" She sighed, long and deep, and a feeling of fear and anger that she was quite familiar with by now welled up within her.

"[color=ffe63d]I'm just afraid they'll [i]take[/i] something from us that we can't get back.[/color]"