Rosalie obediently took a sip of tea. It warmed her a little more from the chill of the tunnel, but didn't do anything to ease the headache. "What exactly is it supposed to do?" she asked cautiously, taking another sip experimentally before asking what she really wanted to know. "What did she say last night then?"
When Ella asked about her father, she glanced back down at the cup. She didn't like talking about her family much and her parents least of all. She especially hated to admit that she hardly knew them. Instead of answering, she asked a question of her own. "Where is home for you then?" If she had gone somewhere, it probably hadn't been New York.