Not only did Seivarden have a very oblivious Anna Pavlova prancing after her with each of those strides, but she and Summer both had nothing but daggers from Rosa's eyes following them each and every second as they had to move past her to get through the door. And sharp as those daggers were, they had absolutely nothing on the hard set of her jaw.

As Seivarden walked past her, though, Rosa almost said something. She almost reached out to grab a hold of her shirt so she could stop her and pull her in and let her know in absolutely no uncertain terms that if she ever saw her face again in any context other than it being a very small island and it was sometimes impossible to completely avoid a person, she would end her, but...she didn't.

She'd spent the last few weeks trying to come to term with some things, and doing that would completely undo everything she had tried to work while she was gone. And she wasn't going to give Hot Leaf Water the satisfaction of screwing that all up before she could even get started.

So it was just daggers and a firm jaw and a demeanor that was colder and more frigid than the Arctic, and just wanting them gone so she could figure out what she was even feeling right now and just scream and burn this whole place down.

It's not like it would even be the first apartment she'd had to do that to...