There's almost a weight to the question, something deeper behind it than the easy, friendly affection the two of them have shared. Though of course, there would be now--after Kagura, after David, after facing down the Devil himself. It's not so odd, this greater meaning Rosie thinks she hears in Sabrina's voice, not after the long and difficult summer that's only just passed.

That it makes her breath catch and her face grow slightly warm is maybe a little strange, but not enough to give Rosie pause before she answers.

"Of course I know that," she says, smiling at the easy bump of Sabrina's head against her hand, almost a request for the continued presence of her fingers in her hair. She's more than happy to comply, carding her hand gently through her friend's white-blond curls. "And I hope you know...I love you too. An awful lot."