Rosie isn't the only one keeping an eye out as they head inside and up to the apartment itself, though Sabrina's far more aware of it. She doesn't entirely feel as if she's awake, though, until they're behind the locked door and she's completely settled in Rosie's arms.

"Thank you," she murmurs, kissing the corner of Rosie's mouth, and then she disentangles herself long enough to put a hand on the door. A gentle pulse of energy washes into the wood as she speaks an incantation of the protective sort. The least she could do, after all, but the fierce protectiveness that seems to rise up when Rosie's involved agrees with the idea.

"Can we just go curl up in your bed?" The corner of her mouth curls up. "No funny business, I just think I probably should rest while I can."