Rosie's heart both swells and breaks a little, hearing that low murmur of words as Sabrina presses her hand to the door. There's protection there, and love, but just once Rosie thinks she'd like their problems to be the kind easily kept at bay by nothing more than the metal of a deadbolt.

She manages a smile when she hears Sabrina's question, nodding as she reaches for her hand and threads their fingers together. "Neither of us are much in the mood for that, I don't think," she says, steering them towards the narrow hallway off the living room. "But just resting together sounds...it's what we need." Rosie lets go of Sabrina's hand once they're in her room, going to her dresser and pulling out a clean set of pajama pants and a soft cotton camisole. "In case you want to change," she says, laying them on the bed with a faint little smile.