Rosie can only imagine. It was already a bit strange sometimes to know of the spring deep in the woods here that told you of other realities you existed in. Despite the temptation initially to know, she was also... afraid of that knowledge and how it might change her. While she sometimes disliked not being the Rosie that people remembered, she disliked more the idea that she wouldn't be herself if she was allowed to. It was a strange place to be mentally.

"Keeping the 'peace' is a pretty clever way of putting it," she concedes, "but definitely not as subtle as they seemed to think." And although she doesn't remember her time there, she does know enough. The situation they were all in was precarious at best and tumultuous at worst. It did seem to work out in the end, but... Then they just ended up here, most of them.

"Yeah, that's the vibe I'm getting. It wasn't, like, bad but... could be better. Most people seem happier here though, at least." As happy as they can be, all things considered. The hold of her hand and brush of lips against her knuckles makes her smile. It's familiar, in a way that she remembers, but also just nice. Here, she's been more worried than usual about where she stands with some and for why but- The reassurance overall that she is still wanted is nice. That she can't deny.

"Aside from the brain parasites, I hope here is treating you alright too."