Sabrina's suddenly exhausted, as if it has to do with just admitting that she's done trying to carry it on her shoulders. Maybe that's what it is, and the idea of dressing in Rosie's own clothes suddenly seems so dear that her eyes prickle with tears.

She nods, not trusting her voice.

And then, with only a slight tremble to her fingers, she starts to undress herself, her own clothes falling to the floor.