Quinn had rather not expected to knock Tillie completely over with a tackling hug. And since she'd latched on with a grip born of the pure fear of a child, well, she went right along with her. With a bonk of her head to the ground, a sharp “[color=ffe63d]gneh,[/color]” and a shot of aggravation from the no-longer-quite-so-alien voice that called out from within her, she came to the clear-headed realization that she'd thrown herself at Tillie in a way that the woman was evidently clearly unused to. She tore her hands away and stumbled backwards, suddenly conscious that her vision was blurring in a way that she was incredibly, intimately familiar with. She blinked hard a few times, trying to squeeze the tears back as Tillie spoke.

Offering to do the same thing again.

Wondering if [i]Quinn[/i] wanted to do it.

Quinn had [i]heard[/i] of checking the assimilation functions, but she'd never actually seen it done. She supposed that she [i]technically[/i] understood that it meant entering the modir, but just hearing that was clearly not even [i]close[/i] to preparing her for the reaction that she'd had. The flickering image of [i]Ablaze[/i] staring down at her, cannon primed, teeth bared, resurfaced briefly, and she hissed in a sharp and sudden enhalaation.

Her voice was perhaps a few notes shriller than it usually was when she responded after a moment of dead air perhaps slightly longer than it should've been, and there was a note of fear only barely hidden beneath. “[color=ffe63d]No that's okay don't worry about it you did great Tillie![/color]” She sucked in a few deep breaths and did her best to level herself again, to squeeze that fear and worry out. She guessed it was...

...Well, it certainly wasn't a cure all to say the least. But it definitely [i]helped,[/i] as the painful squeezing of her heart slowly slackened, and she threw out a smile that she hoped didn't look as forced as it felt. “[color=ffe63d]I think you did a great job![/color]”