“[color=gray]‘Course not,[/color]” Besca hummed quietly, draping her arms back over Quinn with the rest of what she quickly realized was [i]dwindling[/i] energy. That surprised her, and left her just a little bit disappointed with herself; used to be she could truck through a whole week of terrible shit without more than three packs of cigarettes and a gallons of coffee. They weren’t even a few hours out of this mess and already she wanted a nap. 

But, well, everyone wanted things. [i]She[/i] wasn’t fresh off fighting a handful of Modir. 

For now, she’d just have to imagine the coffee. Peeling herself off of Quinn, she ran a hand through the girl’s hair and gave her a smile. “[color=gray]Look, hun, right now isn’t the time to be hard on yourself. You haven’t earned anything like that. What you [i]have[/i] earned is rest, and believe me when I tell you that you need to take that whenever you can.[/color]

“[color=gray]So here’s what we’re gonna do. Deelie and I will sort all this out for now. I want you to go back to the dorms, and I want you to turn the news off. If anyone calls that isn’t me, you don’t pick up, you’re not available for anything but downtime right now. You’re gonna lie on the couch, or on your bed, and you’re not gonna think about whether or not you messed something up. Instead you’re gonna think about the fact that you just beat a whole lotta monsters, and came home. You’re gonna think about how you get to wake up tomorrow, and you’re gonna wake up the next day too. Hey, okay?[/color]”

She planted a small kiss on top of Quinn’s head, then nodded to the door. “[color=gray]Go out that way, should be quieter. Anyone comes up to you, you ignore them—you tell’em Commander Darroh gave you orders. Deelie’s gonna do one more call with me, then I’m sending her down too.[/color]”

“[color=skyblue]Besca—[/color]”

“[color=gray]That’s an order too. No buts from either of you.[/color]”