To prevent her bottom lip from quivering, she bit it, and leaned sleepily against the wall, her head colliding roughly with the stone. The night before she had gotten little to no sleep, and was feeling the effects. She hadn't seen Alex since they got locked out of the common rooms. For all she knew he was dead, dead just like Solena. Two of the three people she actually cared about. The other didn't remember her.

Once Whende had asked her name, a part of Rosalie's brain blocked out sound, all she could hear were thoughts rushing around.