"That makes a certain kind of sense," Rosie says. She takes Sabrina's bandaged hand in hers, keeping her touch gentle and careful, not wanting to cause her any pain. "He played a part in your creation, and that's...there's a connection. Awful as it is to think about."

She nods at everything else, watching Sabrina's face as she speaks. "You knew we'd take care of him," she says. "As much as we could, until we were able to get him to hospital. I'm grateful we were able to do it." She goes quiet, just for a moment. "Sometimes I think we've all needed each other ever since June, since..." Rosie lets out a dramatic, exasperated groan as the realization strikes her. "Since the last time there was a Dark Lord in Darrow, which says something I don't think I like about the way this summer has gone."