[b]Rose took her time making breakfast, conveniently ignoring her grandmother for the moment. She knew the old woman felt terrible, but the betrayal was still too fresh for her to forgive, the cut too deep. Maybe she would be able to forgive Willow a little by the evening. Instead of begging for forgiveness, Willow silently worked with her grand daughter, just letting Rose silently process her frustrations.

"Rose, go retrieve Mr. Fenrir," Willow finally said as breakfast was finished.

Rose grew rigid at the old woman's words, looking back at her a bit ruefully Rose made a face, but decided to listen to Willow in the end. After all, Fenrir was her husband. Wow, that felt weird to admit to herself. Quickly scurrying from the kitchen, Rose went to Fenrir's room, pacing in front of it once or twice before taking in a deep breath & lightly knocking on it. If she was lucky, he'd be a hard sleeper & wouldn't even hear her out there. Though she probably had no such luck.

"H-hello?" Rose called softly, squeezing her eyes shut. Please don't answer, she begged herself, hoping to to make eye contact again with him yet. [/b]