Quinn closed her eye for a moment and just let herself listen to Dahlia's voice. She hadn't actually called her up to now. She'd texted her, certainly, and she'd called Besca, but she hadn't actually spoken to her sister since she left the Aerie. It brought a much-needed fragment of stability; the grasping memories retreated a bit in its wake, and she found herself breathing just a little bit easier.
“How…how, uhm, how are you?”
There was a shift in Deelie's voice then. Perhaps anybody else wouldn't have noticed it, except maybe Besca, but Quinn knew the way she spoke, and the way she thought. The way she cut herself off, and the way she coughed over her words. She was worried, and Guilt began to nip at her heels. "I'm glad things are okay back there," she offered, but it wouldn't have taken Dahlia or Besca to hear how hollow her words sounded.
She sucked a deep breath through her teeth and gazed at the broken-down remnants of the jungle gym. A sudden feeling of desolation flooded through her, and she stood and began to pace back and forth. "I--I'm in Cantimine right now." She let that sit there for a moment as she struggled to find the words. "Because of the duel, there's a celebration. Big festival and everything." Another breath, this one shakier, as the composure in her voice started to fray, and the tone began to shift to align with the trembling. "A festival with lots of crowds in a small town on the water." Her pacing stopped and she stood stock-still, eyes finding the jungle gym again as a treacherous tear slid down her face. It was a good thing Camille wasn't there, a somewhat detached part of her though, or else she'd get yelled at again. The momentary stability that Dahlia's voice had brought fled. "It's just--it's like--it's too much--"
Then she slumped back down on the bench and put her free hand over her eye, pushing on it until it was almost painful. No more crying. No. No. Remember the piled-up mistakes. No crying. Her voice's volume dropped until it was almost a whisper, a thick murmur that promised tears, yet refused to fulfil them:
"I don't know what to do."