Sabrina's easy enough to cheer, especially in this way, after a nudge of her nose against Charlie's jawline, she smiles, and peeks over at Rosie, who would feel Sabrina hook her heels a bit to squeeze her legs, a reassurance. "It's fine," she tells them both. "It's really more of an irritation, to know something isn't quite right, but you can't be sure. I just assume it's the fault of the Church of Night."

She smiles.

"Come on, I want to see these worms eat some poor townspeople."