She hasn't spent much time in the woods outside Darrow, but even if she had, Rosie doesn't think she'd be able to find this path again. It's too singular, meant only for the four of them and only for tonight. She focuses on each new reveal in the bend of the path, on the warmth of the people around her as they make their way further and further into the trees, accepting it all as its own bit of magic before the ritual itself starts in earnest.