"Oh no, Charlie," she says, her heart breaking a little as she sees that tear spill down his face. "Please don't cry." She could handle it from Nick, and nearly expects it from Sabrina once she wakes, but somehow seeing her best friend brought to tears over her plight is almost too much for Rosie to take. Her own vision goes momentarily blurry, and if it hadn't been for the way he pulls that face at the taste of his drink Rosie thinks it all might have dissolved into the both of them weeping in each others' arms.

Instead, all she does is breathe out a half-strangled little laugh as he sets the cup aside. "You haven't had to put up with it for...for ages, have you?" she asks, trying hard to make the question sound light. "The tea. Or Nick and Sabrina being...how they are when there's a problem, really. You know what I mean." She smiles, and though it's faint it's also mostly steady. A small victory. "Where I was, where I went when I fell asleep, there were other people from Darrow there. Some of whom had experienced something like it before, and they said that it was only going to last a few days. No matter how long it felt while we were...away."