"Alright," Rose responds, contemplative, concerned, but without any further pressing. Her hand easily falls back to her side, her Gem heavy in her form as she solemnly watches Pearl walk away.

The urge to yell out 'take care' or 'I'll see you soon' or anything to add a positive end is strong, but... Rose can't help but feel like after everything, it wouldn't feel sincere, the wrong words spoken for the right reasons of worry and care.

She feels too heavy with emotion, sitting back down, knees to her chest, burying her own face into her dress. A few, silent tears of her own are shed, unaware of her power causing tiny white flowers to grow in the grass where Pearl's had fallen.