At Roaki's suggestion, Quinn jerked her head up and a funny kind of queasy nauseated look emerged on her face as everything inside her tried to reconcile what was going on, and the emotions that she was struggling to suppress fought her control harder. A sudden alien feeling from within her didn't help matters any; a bristling distrust, a girl on edge. It hardly did anything to clarify to Quinn what she should do. Though, she certainly knew what she [i]wasn't[/i] going to do; carry out horrible violence on Doctor Follen for something that she had very little knowledge of. As suspicious as she was, there was a part of her that [i]knew,[/i] deep down, that he was a good person.

[color=ffe63d][i]...Right?[/i][/color]

A moment later she realized that she'd thought that with a question mark. And it was that thought that finally did it, that pushed her over the edge; that brief moment, that split second of doubt. Doctor Follen had been one of her few fixed points on the Aerie, one of the few people that she'd known implicitly that she could trust with absolutely anything. That she [i]had[/i] trusted with just about anything. All of the sadness, all of the uncertainty, that had come with her position; all of the deeply personal things that she sometimes even felt scared to tell Dahlia.

So how could she doubt him? 

That control that she'd given her level best to exert over her feelings, so tenuous now, finally cracked and broke, and she felt hot tears of confusion and grief welling up in her eye. She curled in the corner where the mattress met the walls and pulled her knees up to her chest, then rested her face against them as tears and muffled sobs seeped out of her. And suddenly, shame joined the rest of the awful things going on in her head:

She didn't want Roaki to see her cry.