Quinn reclaimed her phone, pulling her shirt out from underneath the jacket and rubbing the chill away from the screen before flicking the light off and sliding it back into her pants pocket. She looked at Tilly with a shaky smile. The memory of the [i]pressure[/i] on her head always messed her up a little bit whenever she got out of [i]Ablaze[/i]. Another thing she was starting to get used to more as she spent more time in the hangar, but definitely unpleasant. She made a mental note to ask Dahlia if she felt something similar when she was in [i]Dragon.[/i] If she ever caught her awake, at least, which was becoming increasingly harder to do as she pushed herself harder and harder.

"[color=ffe63d]Uh huh,[/color]" she replied, the tension still prevalent in her voice. "[color=ffe63d]It's like being wrapped up in a—in a warm—a warm blanket.[/color]" As her eye flicked to the skullport, she couldn't help but remember the last time she'd left it outside of the hangar—running—blazing heat, dry, cracked earth, the smell of ichor everywhere—[i]Dragon[/i] lying in a pool of its own black blood as Blötklau dissolved with Roaki trapped and screaming on the hill above her—dizzy—desperate—screaming———

Her hands went to her arms again, digging in harder this time, and she trembled in a way that had nothing to do with the cold. A moment, and her eye—held wide now—went downcast. She shivered, and sat herself down on the metal floor, closing her eye tight. The tension was started to leak out of her voice, to be replaced with a sense of weariness that often came with the Savior, and an entirely [i]different[/i] kind of stress: obvious fear. Instead of chattering with cold, it stuttered and halted in a way that she'd become very familiar with over the past few months.

"[color=ffe63d]I'm—I'm sorry, could...[/color]" She swallowed heavily, running her hands down her face to wipe off the sudden cold sweat, "[color=ffe63d]could you—could you c-close the skullport for me?[/color]"