Quin: *soft shudder and…n-nods, tightening his hold on his brother for an instant before forcing himself to pull back* I’ll see you all soon. *looks at them all . . . then turns and makes himself head for the door without looking back – realizing he’s…not been flogged, maybe she’s waiting to do it herself, /swallows/ at that thought and squares his shoulders, head up*
Tam: *it’s /everything/ in him not to bolt after his brother, try to take him back…standing with hands in FISTS tight enough that his nails may draw blood from his palms*