"They're not here," she echoes. There's still a twinge of sadness behind it, because for all that they'd never really understood one another, they were still her parents; that still meant something, even years in the future and an entire world away from anything they would've seen as familiar. "But there are plenty of people who are, people who've become a bit like family anyway, and...that's better." Rosie looks up at Caleb, a steadier, stronger smile on her face as she leans into him, drawing as much reassurance from the contact as the things he's said.

Even the ones that are slightly ridiculously phrased.

"Okay, I'm owed at least a few questions," she says, straightening up again, her gaze going far away and thoughtful as she considers what to ask. "How many other empaths did you know, back home? Or other people with...powers, or abilities, whatever you want to call it. I suppose not everyone's got the same ability, unless they all do where you're from."