Sabrina pulls the covers up, closing them both in and shutting the world out. In the wake of the last few hours, it feels like the only possible choice. Staying close, Rosie closes her eyes as Sabrina's fingers trace over her skin; it feels like being mapped, being committed to memory for some later date when even this goes away. As quickly as possible, she rejects that thought. Based on the way Sabrina's fingertips shake, the tension that ripples through her body, she thinks the other girl's doing much the same.

"I'll stay," she promises. "I should...we should spend time with Newt and Kavinsky, too. We can't forget about them."