It took Quinn a few minutes to fall asleep. More time than it had before for sure; she didn't manage did drink all the juice, more or less half wasn't bad before she nodded off. Her dream, most unlike her last sleep, was more typical; a warm fuzzy daze that she'd never remember on waking up, but would let some of that warmth linger in her.

And it did. Next time she woke up--her clock said it was late morning--the warm Safie fuzzies replaced the splitting headache. It wasn't quite gone, there was still a little bit of both it and the sickness lurking in the back, no but she could mostly ignore them.

 She rose, blinking the sleep from her eye and yawning cavernously. She didn't quite realize it, but with the brief break she'd had with Besca and the medicine--though just like the dream it was a bit of an indistinct blur--she'd slept for nearly twenty-four hours. So really, it was small wonder she felt a bit sluggish as she managed to extricate herself, and finally stand on her somewhat shaky feet.

Only after she looked around did she realize this wasn't her room, it was Besca's. She felt a brief tug of guilt, but ignored it as, at long last, she walked back out into the commons in what felt like the first time in years.

Everything was as it had been for the past few weeks. With one very major exception that brought a faint smile to Quinn's face. For the first time in who knew how long, Besca was there when she woke up. Just her presence was a bit of a balm for Quinn, and the last of the headache flickered and died as she walked over with somewhat unsteady feet and wrapped her in a brief hug that was meant to be tight, but she wasn't the absolute strongest right now, as she buried her face in the crook of the woman's neck. Despite the day and night she'd had, just being around Besca made her feel miles better.

"[color=ffe63d]Morn'ng, Besca...[/color]"