Her smile moved from delighted and feisty to something quieter. "What were you thinking about doing with this extra time?" she asked carefully, hoping that he would want to spend it with her, but too nervous to ask and be wrong about it.
Then again, he was asking her what she thought. Maybe it was all right to start making those sort of assumptions. After all, he'd invited her into his home, into his life, in a way that was deeper than anyoen else had ever given her. Everyone, perhaps, except...
.... no. No. Not even him. Rose took a deep breath and sighed it out. "I would love to spend more time with you," she said. "Especially now. I'm..." She didn't go far enough, didn't tell him that she was feeling a little ... a little shaken by the move. Even if she thought it was good for her in every way. There was something like loss in it, too - she'd given someone up. For good. And though it was right, it also left a space inside her that wouldn't be easy to get to, much less to fill again.
But she wanted very much to give herself over to him, and to trust that he could help her heal. Even if he didn't know a thing about it.