"Always the right reasons," she says, still with that edge of something firm. "And if you ever forget, not that you will, at least one of us will remind you what they are. All of us, more than likely." Sabrina's breath is hot and close against her neck, given how near to one another they're lying; with only a small amount of surprise (and a brief, gentle flip of her stomach) Rosie realizes how little she minds it. How much, it seems, they both need the closeness, especially now.
She feels the tilt of Sabrina's head, then adjusts their position slightly to look her in the eye once more. "It's nothing I was familiar with back home, outside of fairy tales," she says. It's not quite the answer to the question Sabrina had asked, and she knows it, but it's a start nevertheless. "When I was in Anterwold, I made a joke at one point about witches, some silly reference to Hansel and Gretel, honestly, and if they had witches there, though I'm still not sure if they did or not, it seemed that they were more like...old women who knew things about plants and medicines and science, rather than anyone with the sort of magic you can do."
A corner of Rosie's mouth quirks up in a smile, one that's slightly rueful--but only at the thought of her own foolishness. "I'm more curious than afraid," she says. "Like I've always been, with things I know nothing about. Even if you or Nick do things, or have done things, that are...dangerous, or scary, or...I want to know as much as I can about them, if they're important to you."
She laughs, soft and teasing. "Though I will admit, there's a small part of me that still has a healthy fear of being turned into something small and unpleasant if I ever really make you mad."
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She feels the tilt of Sabrina's head, then adjusts their position slightly to look her in the eye once more. "It's nothing I was familiar with back home, outside of fairy tales," she says. It's not quite the answer to the question Sabrina had asked, and she knows it, but it's a start nevertheless. "When I was in Anterwold, I made a joke at one point about witches, some silly reference to Hansel and Gretel, honestly, and if they had witches there, though I'm still not sure if they did or not, it seemed that they were more like...old women who knew things about plants and medicines and science, rather than anyone with the sort of magic you can do."
A corner of Rosie's mouth quirks up in a smile, one that's slightly rueful--but only at the thought of her own foolishness. "I'm more curious than afraid," she says. "Like I've always been, with things I know nothing about. Even if you or Nick do things, or have done things, that are...dangerous, or scary, or...I want to know as much as I can about them, if they're important to you."
She laughs, soft and teasing. "Though I will admit, there's a small part of me that still has a healthy fear of being turned into something small and unpleasant if I ever really make you mad."