"Of course I trust you," she says, giving the noodles a brief stir as they soften, letting the bubbling water cover them completely. "And I believe you, and you believe me, and..." Rosie smiles, shaking her head a little. "Darrow's such an odd place, but I'm really glad we're both here. And that we're friends."

She echoes Caleb's small, soft laugh, her brow furrowing a little as she tries to think of something to ask. When the idea comes, it's not about secrets or powers or anything mysterious at all. "What was your favorite thing, back home? Not about being an empath, necessarily, just...as you, Caleb."