Scared was not a strong enough word to express what Quinn was feeling. Terrified was getting there. Going into a maze with an XXXXX rated creature with nothing but a weasel and a piece of a mirror for protection? No. Nope, nope, nope. And after the event that Quinn just witnessed, his cage was already beyond rattled. Nothing about this term could just be easy, could it?

Quinn slipped on some of the padding, a helmet, and took a pair of pink sunglasses. He thought his favorite color might help to calm him. It didn't. At least nobody could see the fear in his eyes, though his shaky knees might give that away. He moved over to the box with the mirror pieces and carefully picked one out so as to not cut his hand. It was a sizable piece that could fit in the palm of his hand. He slipped it in his pocket for the time being, then went to the weasels.

Now this he could get on board with. Little fuzzy noodles on leashes? Yes, please. Quinn reached in and picked out a weasel, cradling it in his arms and petting it. It sniffed up at his face, and Quinn smiled. This time, he did feel a small reprieve from the anxiety of going into the maze.