[As Mary pulls free of the vision and the struggles in the wake of it, she will find her back pressed to Rosette's chest. One of her arms holds Mary tightly across the shoulder and the other hand, cool almost chill in comparison, presses gently to her forehead Not enough to constrict but just enough in case the fit were to turn violent as Joshua's had begun to. She felt guilty, almost foolish, having assumed that somehow Mary the most beloved would be free from this.
As she speaks, her words are calm but urgent. At the moment,what she saw or did not see was the least of Rosette's worries.]
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As she speaks, her words are calm but urgent. At the moment,what she saw or did not see was the least of Rosette's worries.]
It's okay. It's fine. It's okay. Just hold on.