Quinlan joined the others after leaving Lianna alone in the vehicle. He looked back and forth between the two groups that surrounded them. He knew that they had the fire power to get out of it with ease. "Mr. Elizalde go be with Lianna and keep her safe", Gus looked at him confused, "do it now. We can handle these ones without you." Gus did as he was asked and walked to the vehicle and climbed in, Lianna was in a dazed state. He tried not to look at her with pity but he couldn't help himself.

"Stop looking at me like that please", she whispered as she shifted uncomfortably from his gaze.

"I'm sorry it's just...", Gus felt lost for words. "I should have come for you."

"You didn't know where they had me please don't blame yourself", she paused as she heard the gunfire begin to fill the night, "this is no ones fault but my own."

Gus grumbled under his breath, "It's Quinlan's."

Lianna adjusted wincing in pain as she spoke through clenched teeth, "it's not his fault either. I shouldn't have left like that. I was just upset. I just don't understand why would he think my feelings would change?"

Gus reached for her hand to hold it he could not imagine how uncomfortable she must have felt, "because he knew you didn't want to love someone you would have to watch die." Lianna didn't say anything she just curled into his chest, she just felt numb in that moment. When the firing ceased the others ran and loaded up into the vehicles quickly and sped off. Lianna lifted her head off Gus's chest just far enough to scan it for Quinlan. When she did not see him she let her head fall back into Gus. He knew who she was looking for and gently kissed her head as he whispered, "he's in the other car. Don't worry." He paused, "He thought he wouldn't see you again, if our plan had been successful he wouldn't have." She looked up at him with sadness in her eyes. He continued, "he loves you, Lianna." She tucked her head into his chest further as a small smile graced her lips, I love him too.

When they pulled to a stop Gus carried Lianna inside as Quinlan watched he was still worried she would be angry with him. He stood in the shadows outside of the room Gus had carried her into. Eph entered to examine her wounds, "Lianna I'm sorry but we are going to have to remove your clothing, is that ok?" She simply nodded and closed her eyes tight as Gus helped her to remove them until she sat there on the bed in only her undergarments again. Tears escaped her closed eyes, Gus noticed and held her hand as if to tell her it was ok. Gus and Eph saw all of her wounds as she sat there exposed. Neither one could fathom how she could have survived so much trauma. Eph pulled away the bandages Lianna had applied just hours sooner, he worked quickly to stitch up any of the wounds that still needed it. When he finished his work he spoke, "Lianna you're going to need a lot of rest, don't try and do anything. I don't want you to move from this bed, ok?"

Lianna nodded as he left. When he was gone from view she rested her head on Gus's shoulder as she whispered, "where is Quinlan?"

"He is here", as he answered Quinlan walked in. He knew that they needed privacy for the conversation to come. He gave a slight smile as he walked by as if to wish him good luck and shut the door behind himself.

Lianna looked up as she heard his boots, "please don't stand so far away. Sit with me." Her voice was soft, he cherished its sound now more than ever.

As he sat he stared at the ground he feared the anger she must feel towards him. "I am sorry I was cowardly, I'm so sorry. I just", Lianna cut him off.

"Thank you for keeping your promise to me", he slightly looked up but still refused to meet her gaze. She reached for his hand, "My impulses almost made it so that you had nothing to come back to." He slowly lifted her hand and kissed the back of it gently.

"I will not blame myself, if you agree not to put the blame on yourself." She nodded as she pulled her hand from his and placed it gently on his cheek, forcing him to meet her gaze finally. When he looked into her eyes his heart ached when he saw the fire within her burning out. When she was able to grip the nape of his neck she pulled him closer gently placing her lips upon his. She heard his heart begin to race, and its sound was heavenly to her. She paused, her lips still close enough that they brushed against his. She savored being this close to him. She wanted him to know she loved him to, she was just to scared to form the words yet.

She kissed again allowing the dampness from her mouth to grace his lips. She still was sore from the trauma her body had suffered but she shoved it from her mind. She only wanted to think of him in this moment.

He pulled away short of breath, he did not want to end what she was starting but he feared hurting her in her current state. "Not tonight my love." He did not mean for the words my love to escape his lips but when they did he did not regret saying them. He kissed her gently one last time before standing from the bed, "would you like a shirt to help keep you warmer", she nodded and she watched as he removed one of his shirts from a drawer. He walked over and helped her put it on, kissing her head gently after. "Please lay down and rest." She did as he wished, he grabbed the blanket and gently draped it over her scarred body. When he finished making sure she was comfortable he pulled up a chair and removed his boots. As he sat there he noticed her hand peaking out from under the covers. It was just out of his reach so he rested his upper body on the bed and slid his hand to hers. A small smile graced her lips as she drifted off into a slumber, I am yours Quintus, utterly.