As the world around them righted itself at [color=black]Quinnlash[/color]'s ministrations, Quinn let her fingers slowly uncurl from her biceps, and her arms fall back to her sides as the remnants of panic and fear grew distant once more. She gave a soft groan and titled her head backwards, staring up at the uncanny stars as they folded themselves back into the midnight fabric of the sky, and the flat sticker of the moon warped and deepened until it felt [i]right[/i]. Something about the way [color=black]Quinnlash[/color] spoke, acted, had a way of calming her down. She tilted her head back down and regarded [color=black]her[/color]. Perhaps, she wondered idly, it was because it put [i]her[/i] into the role of the 'elder sister' for once. Despite that, when her younger self stared up at the empty cliff, she felt a shiver go through her, carrying in its wake a tangle of horror and fury and something else she couldn't quite identify. "[color=ffe63d]Darkness is a cage,[/color]" she breathed. Was that what the presence in the shadows last night was? Not a presence at all, but rather an [i]absence?[/i] "[color=black]Maybe the dark wants us back.[/color]" She shuddered. But before she could respond, [color=black]Quinnlash[/color] had stepped down from her perch, walked down the air, and looked up at her, once again meeting her eye. "[color=black]We're happy now. We won't go back. We'll fight if we have to, we're good at that—it's what we were made for. I don't...want to be scared. We don't deserve it.[/color]" "[color=ffe63d]No,[/color]" she murmured softly in response, "[color=ffe63d]no, we don't.[/color]" She paused, a long pause that stretched the dream. When she finally spoke again, her eye went to the decking, and her voice was filled with a quiet desolation: "[color=ffe63d]I want to go home.[/color]"