It's fine, she'd say. Popp's fright and subsequent anger were hardly the worst she's ever dealt with. She refrains from saying so, at least, and instead just does her best to calm herself down too now that he seems to be.

"Just regarding this," she chides, which- For all her own frustration, there's still an undercurrent of affectionate exasperation in it. Rosie too understands all too well about trusting people against your better judgement; if she didn't still, she wouldn't even be here today. Would she?

"As far as I know, it's just my breath, so. It should be fine." Right? It should be. Thankfully, she doesn't need to actually touch him directly for her healing to work. It can be at a small distance, ambiently. It's a softly warm sensation unlike the acidic burning of her breath when she starts... until that former sensation is almost gone entirely.