[For a time she has been gone, but now Rose has come back to the plane. Returning was against someone's advice, but her discoveries that came with her returning home were not ones she found pleasant. Because of this her heart is heavy and her smile is thin and wan.

Instead of returning to any place she has been to before, she has taken herself to sit beside a small lake on the plane. Her legs are tucked beside her with her hair spilling a half cascade across her face, either shielding her from view or a conscious gesture of being in thought. The tips of her fingers are trailing across the surface of the water, creating little ripples and patterns with the barest of touches.

Either she is disheartened or simply lost in thought, but she gives nothing away with her expression or words to say either.]