Rosaline managed a genuine grin hearing her sister finally speak. Maybe things would be okay after all. They would be a little, happy family. She swallowed hard. It was so hard to imagine living without their parents there. How could she call them a family and exclude her own parents from it? She clenched her fists tightly and glanced away for a moment, tears threatening. This didn't feel real. She had been waiting so long to wake up from the nightmare but it had never happened. She knew very well that no dream could truly go on for this long. 

 "Thank you.  Want to go look around together, you two?" Xavier's voice pulled her from her thoughts. She glanced over at him, unaware that the whites of her eyes had begun to redden. He was pulling the curtains shut as he spoke. The sight before her flashed and for a moment she saw the curtains in the living room at their old home, stained with the blood of her mother. She exhaled shakily, hands beginning to shake. The image went away and she was again staring at the brand new curtains. Rose could't quite place why she was acting like this. No matter what she did, the events followed her everywhere she went. They even followed her into her dreams. She knew she couldn't get away with freaking out in front of Xavier and Persephone for too long. They would figure out that she saw something eventually. As far as the two were concerned, Rose had not witnessed a thing and had left the house quite unscarred and quite unknowledgeable of what had happened. Persephone had been the one who had seen everything and was thus traumatized by the events. Rose had to act normal.

However, Rose knew deep down that she was in no way acting normal. It was getting harder and harder to handle with each day. She turned away from them as if she was looking at something, dimly aware that Persephone was speaking. She folded her arms tightly, trying not to fidget and display her anxiety. It took her a long moment to register that Persephone had actually been speaking to her. She looked over her shoulder at Persephone. Rose had to admit she was shocked at the amount of words Persephone had just uttered. She supposed she wasn't the only one making an effort to make things work despite everything. If even poor Persephone could make an effort, she certainly should have been able to. At this moment, Rose knew she could not. A glance at the closet led to the flash of an image of her father's dead body and she shuddered.  She needed to get away from them so she could compose herself. 

Rose smiled at Persephone, "You two go head. I think I wanna go get some fresh air. I'm a little car sick to be honest... My fault for not eating breakfast." She giggled after the last statement and made her way to the door without even letting them reply. Xavier could possibly attempt to baby her and drag her back inside but she was hoping he would let her be and take this opportunity to bond with Persephone or something.