Quinn's head spun like a top.

As they approached the door, she found it difficult to walk, difficult even to stand. She didn't [i]really[/i] know what was going on as they walked—or, well, as Besca walked, and she stumbled alongside her. She understood, in the loosest sense, that they were going back to the dorms to sleep. That was fine. Sleep sounded good. She felt sick, and the tears were still dripping down her face for reasons she didn't fully comprehend. So she just leaned her head into the crook of Besca's neck and let herself be guided. The familiar sights of the Aerie were weird, distorted, seemed a little bit [i]un[/i]familiar and...off.

At some point after they left the commons but before they made it to the dorm, she found herself talking. Or, at the very least, what could be passably assumed [i]as[/i] talking of some kind. Really, less talking and more mumbling into Besca's neck as her brain spun in her head. Her voice was a soft, piteous thing, still clogged with tears, as well as heavy with the anxiety and pain that she couldn't seem to hold down anymore.

"[color=ffe63d]Beshca, 's...ish Dahlia mad a' me?[/color]" She fell silent for a moment, burying her face in Besca's neck again as they traversed the hallway that led to the pilots dorms. A part of her dimly realized that's where they were, and her crying grew suddenly louder and [i]heavier[/i].

"[color=ffe63d]Are...are [i]you[/i] mad a' me?[/color]" Her tears quickly devolved into hiccuping sobs as her thin, shaking arms wrapped clumsily around Besca. "[color=ffe63d]I don' wanna be 'lone anymore, wha'ever I did I'm [i]sorry![/i][/color]"