Quinn watched dumbstruck as the orange figure fell out of her Savior's [i]mouth.[/i] She agreed a great deal with [color=black]Quinnlash[/color] on that; who, and [i]why?[/i] For what possible reason would someone actually [i]volunteer[/i] to [i]be eaten?[/i] If a single thing went wrong, then they'd've died exceedingly painfully. Or if the cable had broken and she couldn't get out, or...

Wait, were they waving at Quinn?

Mouth hanging open, she watched the figure slip out of sight around the neck brace platform, and she immediately started moving. Not a run, but absolutely a jog. Who would ever do that? It was insane. What if they...

"[color=f26522][i]Quinn![/i][/color]"

[i]Tillie?[/i]

In the space between breaths, fear and worry and memory slammed into Quinn like a sledgehammer, stealing her breath away as her eye shot wide. Her vision flashed back for just a moment, to a darker image of the Savior, from a far off night, and a different young woman. Her pace accelerated until she [i]was[/i] moving at a run, sprinting full tilt around [i]Ablaze[/i] and smacking the lift button as terrible images of Tillie withering away in modium burned behind her eyes. It felt like it took an eternity to rise as her heart pounded in her throat. [color=ffe63d][i]Please be okay,[/i][/color] she found herself [i]screaming[/i] in her head. The piece of her that insisted that Tillie was fine, she was on the Aerie and nobody was hurt--was overshadowed and drowned out by the seething anxiety and fear.

By the time she arrived at the brace platform, her breathes were rattling unsteadily out, her whole body was shaking, and her mind was far away and long ago. She met Tillie's eyes then, huge smile on her face, and with barely a stutter in her steps Quinn [i]cannoned[/i] into her and clung on for dear life. 

"[color=ffe63d]Tillie Tillie are you--are you okay--are you okay--[/color]"