Dahlia stayed put, smiling even though she heard Quinn continue to cry. She’d come to know the difference between her spirals and her moments of simply being overwhelmed, and even with the fog closing around her, that sense of panic was abated. The air was warm now, and calm.

“[color=skyblue]Mmh, breakfast…s’so nice of you. Can’t wait,[/color]” she said, laying her head against Quinn’s nest of hair. The hug was comfortable, like a heavy sheet, and she swayed to some pleasant, absent breeze. “[color=skyblue]M’you too. Promise. You too…[/color]”

Long moments passed and Dahlia showed no signs of letting go, though her arms did slacken a bit. Eventually Quinn would feel a bit of weight against her, hear the humming above her fall into gentle breathing. Now and then something loosely inspired by words escaped Dahlia’s mouth. Nothing was intelligible. 

Her sister had fallen back to sleep. She stood upright, still swaying rhythmically, a contented smile on her face. Dahlia didn’t really share her dreams—if she had any at all—but if she was dreaming now, Quinn could be certain it was a happy one.