Rose really did look pitiful. She was paler than usual. Rose nodded in affirmation to Rose's slight disbelief, "Its been a little over a week since you've been in here," when Rose's hand touched hers, Rosie held it in both of hers, fighting the overwhelming urge to cry, "James is gone. Grindlewald took him," she choaked out, biting her lip hard to keep it from trembling, "And L-Lily is gone too. S-she went to look for h-him, and s-she got lost. I don't know what to do." Rosie admitted, the first tears leaking out. She hated that she'd been there for maybe five minutes and she was already crying. It wasn't fair to Rose. She deserved to be cheered up, not brought down.