[Rogue pales a little but nods. She doesn't like the idea of cutting herself, but it's her fault that Rebekah doesn't feel well. The least she can do is make amends for that.] All right.
[She retrieves another glass, comes back and takes a deep breath, hitting it hard enough against the side of the building to make it break but not hard enough to shatter it. She takes up a piece of glass that's sharp enough and big enough to handle then takes a deep breath, cutting deep into her wrist. She winces, even cries out at the pain, biting her bottom lip hard as tears rush to her eyes. She's no stranger to pain, but it's generally a different sort of pain than this. She places her wrist over the wide mouth of the glass, letting the blood drip down into it.]