I'm loving this more and more. This bit:
"Don't think I haven't been tempted," said Hanna. "Did you notice that her eyes are actually golden?"

"Oh, Hanna," said Quen, and put his hand on Hanna's shoulder; she collapsed against him, resting against his chest, his shoulder, trying not to flash back to anything, trying just to let Quen be her friend. "You've got it bad."

with the funny and the sweet and the scary implications of trying not to flash back, all mixed up. You are really good at this.