Quinn lay on the ground, almost in a daze. [i]Firebrand.[/i] Axan Dane. The words [i]existed[/i] in her head, but her mental real estate was a bit occupied right now as she closed her eye, letting the horrific pain that had been eating through her core fade away as her real sensations took over, and the mystery sound that she never heard but only knew that she couldn't anymore stopped feeling so odd. She talked over the comms, but sounded odd, almost a bit dreamy, mechanical, like the world wasn't entirely real.

'[color=ffe63d]Uh huh. I'm Quinn. You too.[/color]"

She'd thought she was going to die. She had been so certain she was going to die. That she was never, ever going to see her family again. She'd fought [i]six Modir.[/i] She'd killed [i]four[/i]. It just...really didn't feel fully real.

She spoke again, this time sounded a little more grounded, but critically exhausted, if filled with gratitude. "[color=ffe63d]Thanks. Again. You saved my life, you didn't need to. So...thanks.[/color]" She was pretty sure she couldn't reasonably sit on [i]Ablaze[/i]'s shoulder like she usually like to, given that the entire Savior was probably completely covered in ichor from [i]countless[/i] flesh wounds. She flexed the fingers on her right hand; in absolute darkness, she had to grab it with her left before she could fully convince her mind that her body was still intact. 

Then, again, to the Aerie: "[color=ffe63d]Can someone come get me out? I'm really really tired.[/color]" And if she connected again she was going to feel a [i]lot[/i] of pain. A [i][b]lot[/b][/i] of pain. 

So instead, she lay there on the cool metal floor, and spoke aloud into the darkness:

"[color=ffe63d]We did it.[/color]" 

Four Modir. [i]Four.[/i]

"[color=ffe63d]We make a good team.[/color]"