Using the light glowing from her wand, Rosalie identified the candles on his nightstand and lit those instead. She didn't want to be perceived as threatening with her wand outstretched when she had something of this level of importance to discuss with him. That, and she also felt a pressing need to move and couldn't while holding the only light source. Part of Ezra's curse was that he saw something that scared him, Rosalie couldn't be part of that.

His question was harder to answer than she would have thought. Of course something had happened, something drastic and earth shifting had happened in that diviner's room. Rosalie had finally found an answer to a question she had asked herself for years. But, that experience hadn't happened to Ezra. There was a very real chance that he would dismiss what she saw — what she heard — and cast her out for acting this way. Rosalie would deserve it, too.

"I'm okay, if that's what you're asking." She eventually answered. Rosalie wasn't, really. Rosalie was far from anything resembling emotionally stable or okay, but that was neither here nor there. It likely wasn't what he was asking, either. Why should he care if something had happened to her? She drew a deep breath in in a rather useless attempt to settle her nerves.

"I just - I went to that new shop in Diagon Alley, the ones with the diviners? And I know this is crazy, Ezra, I know. My coming here — I know I am crossing all sorts of boundaries. I'm sincerely sorry for that, I am, and I'll go if you really want me to. I just — I didn't think you'd be receptive to letters and this is important." He didn't even have to work with her, if he chose not to. Rosalie would pass her notes off to whomever he deemed worthy and force herself to live with the unknown. It would be difficult and she would struggle with it, but such was her burden after what she'd done.

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