Rosie doesn't know if Sabrina's whispering so they're not overheard or because the things she says are too bleak to be said fully aloud--or both, which seems all too likely--but she listens closely either way, her hand still moving through the other girl's hair, slow and steady and comforting. "I think there's very little you couldn't do," she says. "Herald or no Herald. But you shouldn't have to do this. I...I don't want you to, and I don't care if that's selfish to say."

It's a little harder to hold back her sob then, combined with the hot prickle of tears in her eyes, but she manages. "And we'll remind you you're ours, as much as you need us to. However you need us to."