[i][color=gray]You're a great daughter.[/color][/i]

Slowly, gradually, Quinn's crying slowed, then abated altogether, as Besca kept on talking. 

"[color=ffe63d]Jus'...[/color]" she mumbled, suddenly feeling like the weight of the world was laying on her eyelid, "[color=ffe63d]Jus'...closhe my eye...'n breathe...[/color]"

Her body stopped trembling, and she seemed finally to relax, uncoiling her body and leaning her head a little close to Besca's hand as though to keep it there. And that eye, the one that felt suddenly like it had the weight of ten thousand oceans pressing down on it...it flickered, like she was blinking it a hundred times. The huffing hyperventilation of a mid-freakout Quinn slackened off, to be replaced with the deep breathing that Besca taught her how to do, months ago now. Not yet the slow deep breaths of sleep, but a marked improvement nonetheless, and she could feel sleep bearing down on her like a freight train regardless.

[i][color=gray]You're a great daughter.[/color][/i]

The last of the tight muscles in her face relaxed, and she let her body go limp now, but for one hand that kept clutching Besca's. Her eye drooped lower, and she less [i]mumbled[/i] now than [i]murmured[/i] ever so softly.

"[color=ffe63d]G'night Beshca.[/color]"

And then, even more quietly, barely more than a whisper

"[color=ffe63d]I love you.[/color]"

Then her eye slid shut, and her hand fell limp.

[i][color=gray]You're a great daughter.[/color][/i]

And Quinnlash slept.