Sabrina relaxes soon enough, exhaling softly-- though she remains somewhat propped up on one hand, keeping their faces level. "It's okay," she says, breathing another slow breath at the gentle touch on her back. "I believe you. I should have been better about making sure my friends at home knew it, but truthfully... that feels like years ago, nothing like this. I mean, I'm not sure I'm making any sense."

She glances up again, dark-eyed with flushed cheeks, at the words your Rosie, and her inhale is audible. "You are," she agrees after a long moment. "My Rosie. Our Rosie." With a slow, deliberate sense to her movements, she settles herself back down, curled up against Rosie.