"Believe me, I'm not going anywhere," she says, moving to sit on the bed and curling her legs up as she settles next to her. Rosie looks down at the book for a moment, curious, but turns her gaze back to her friend as she starts to explain.

None of it makes any sense, but she listens anyway, trusting in Sabrina utterly. "He hasn't seemed like himself, you're right, he's been..." Again, her mind shies away from something; she shakes her head. "He hasn't been who we thought he was, before." She looks over at the other girl, confusion and hope mixing strangely in her dark eyes. "But...what did the spell tell you? What's wrong with him?"

Because there has to be something wrong. There'd been an urgency in the message she'd received, something more than just the weary sadness the other girl had felt the last few days, and combined with everything scattered around her room...there was something here. Rosie fights back the urge to keep peppering Sabrina with questions, lapsing into an effortful silence as she waits for the next bit of explanation.