"More than a touch of Red Riding Hood in there, too," she says, the corner of her mouth ticking up as Sabrina laughs. Not for the first time, she thinks about how much she likes that sound. More so, when she's the one to cause it. "It all sounds like a lot, especially if you'd never been with someone before."

Rosie keeps up the touch to Sabrina's ankle as she speaks, that gentle circling of her thumb, a few times letting her hand run a bit up Sabrina's calf and back down. If this sort of thing works to soothe Sabrina, the feeling of hands in her hair does much the same thing for Rosie; when the other girl's fingers find their way into her curls, Rosie tips her head into the touch, her eyes closing briefly. "Tragedy aside, and I'm sorry there even was one in the first place," she says quietly, "I'm glad the rest of it happened the way you wanted. That's...how it ought to be."

Rosie feels her own spike of anger at David then, one that's a little more internal than Sabrina's crackling rage from before.