Quinn was...

...Well, she was still a little bit fuzzy and a little bit dizzy. But [i]less so.[/i] She could think properly again, and speak properly, for the most part. The dream was so much more chaotic than it had been up to that point; even in the beginning, with the black water and the mismatched reflections of the sun and moon, even then, it had made more sense, the stars had been achingly familiar. Now it was as wild and disarrayed as her thoughts had been up until she slept.

"[color=ffe63d]I...[/color]" Her voice echoed oddly around the space, as though it was so much smaller than a lake. It hadn't done that since right after her phasing test, she thought, though she was still a bit muddled and might've forgotten something. But at least it wasn't as slurred and incomprehensible as it had been when she was awake, though she didn't really know enough what she'd been like to appreciate that. "[color=ffe63d]I dunno. Think we did it right, but...maybe it...was...a bad idea.[/color]"

Looking out at the meandering nightdark water, she could faintly see the buoy in the distance, and the two figures that were by it, dead still, locked there instead of swimming or even treading water. A sudden feeling of desolation took her and she hung her head. "[color=ffe63d]I din't forget anythin' after all. It jus' made it worse.[/color]" 

A long beat of silence followed, and Quinn averted her eye from the distant head that she could somehow tell, even all this distance away and with all the darkness between them, was blonde. In lieu of that, she mirrored [color=black]Quinnlash,[/color] staring down at her hands, curling them in and out almost meditatively.

"[color=ffe63d]I don't unnerstan.'[/color]"

Her voice was slightly choked, though as usual emotions felt far away here, so there was no chance of her crying again, not really. "[color=ffe63d]I don't unnerstan,'[/color]" she repeated, almost blankly, "[color=ffe63d]why am I thinkin' these things about her?[/color]"