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Her hand wandered toward her hair, fingers twisting through it briefly before remembering... that she had completely forgotten how ridiculous she must look. In the past month she had managed to braid and entangle whatever she could into it, flowers, beads, feathers, because she could and it had been fun. Axe had tried his very best to make her feel silly about it, but decorating it had been far too freeing for her to take anything he said about it seriously.

"They're... beads and feathers. Got a bit carried away," she let out, hand moving to press into the side of her head in something of an abashed manner. The small laugh caught at the ends of her mouth stayed there once Thomas spoke of her holiday, and Rose frowned. That wasn't... he didn't need to feel sorry about that. She shook her head.

In the short time that had passed, her feet had carried her closer to him, so she easily sat down on the edge of his bed, facing him. Rose noticed Thomas had gone back to avoiding her gaze, as she thought he would, so she inched a bit closer to him before speaking agin.

"That's not important," she said, pressing her lips together. "Always more time for things like that." And it was true, time was the one thing that they all had an abundance of, thanks to magic, so it wasn't... there was no need for him to be sorry.

Did he feel sorry because he felt guilty? Rose looked at Thomas carefully, hoping to discern a clue from within the lines of his face. She knew how heavily he could shoulder burdens that didn't need to be, and it pained her to think that he felt responsible for... putting her out of her way, or forcing her to do anything that she didn't want to.

"I'm just happy you're back." Her hands uncurled themselves from each other in her lap, and slowly, Rose slipped one toward his own. Her fingers brushed his tentatively, to not startle him, then moved to lace through his gently.