( Rose's smile softens again at the kind words, the touch of affectionate comfort. Bigby's always so kind to her — a rare soft-spoken, gentle presence amongst so much that's sharp and frightening. Perhaps it's very ironic to think of him that way, considering what lives beneath his skin, but... she does. He's a very soft person, and she appreciates that kind of softness in him more than she could say. )

Thank you again, Mr. Bigby. It's nice to have a trusted friend again. ( She gives his hand a soft squeeze in return, her heart warming at the feeling of companionship, of not having to think and worry about things all on her own. )

I guess I didn't even realise how much I'd been keeping inside. I've been worried to tell people too much about Sharon, but ironically enough... she would probably be accepted, here. People seem very... open-minded.