Quin barely had time react before Dahlia was moving. Fortunately the cocoa wasn't scalding hot, as he wound up with some on his pants. He quickly dispatched with the cups onto the table, he would clean that up in a moment.

He was hot on Dahlia's heels, right next to her, rubbing her back and making soothing sounds. He was used to this after early in her pregnancy, but he was too dumb to make any connection to that at the moment, in his worry for her. Maybe she was coming down with something? Quin stepped aside and filled a glass with water from the pitcher on the counter. "Alright?" He asked after a moment, brow creased with concern.