[If she thought that for one moment that her Mother didn't know when her little girl was feeling ill, then she clearly did not know her Mother very well at all. A mama knows when her baby doesn't feel good.
It would have been the first thing she'd have commented on if she hadn't been blindsided by this sudden wave of emotion.]
Rose. [The doctor looks a might bit ill herself, if not a little tearful. The reason Roxy ended up here in the first place had something to do with her death, didn't it? Strider had been the same, she came to find not too long ago. The very possibility that the same could be said for Rose just makes her heart drop into her stomach.
It occurs to her much too soon (she's actually not sure if her heart can handle it) that this might not even be "her Rose" either. She's met so many varieties of Strider and Lalonde in such a short time-- with not NEARLY enough alcohol in her system -- that she isn't entirely sure sure she'll be able to keep them all completely straight. At least for a little while. She'll catch on eventually.
This Rose is not the same little girl that she'd left in that game. This was a young woman with the same eyes and general look of displeasure and the same quiet determination that could only be found in the Lalonde genes. She can already see in the lines around her daughter's eyes that it wasn't exactly easy to get where she is, wherever she may be from. She looks tired.
That's a look she's all too familiar with seeing, and never, ever something she thought she'd see mirrored in Rose's eyes. (At least, she hoped she never would, but... the Lalonde genes, again.)
What has happened to this child since she--... shit. She needs to not think about it until she has all the information. Is this her Rose? Which universe did she come from? Did it even matter? It's definitely Rose, there is no doubt about that, and even if six more showed up, she'd take care of them the same way. Her daughter is her daughter and by damn she's going to be her Mother.]
It's good to see you, darling.
[Roxy has developed that very same blase sort of demeanor over many, many years, and still cannot seem to keep herself together much better than Rose can. One still probably wouldn't know what sort of heart-wrenching internal warfare is going down right now, but it should be obvious to Rose that she's not quite as composed as normal. (As composed as she could be while sloshing all about the house as it were. At least she managed to be somewhat elegant. Sometimes.)
She can't help that she's happy to see her. ...and admittedly a little stressed out by it too. Still, she can't let herself get too wound up about it, nobody likes seeing their mom freak out.]
Where are you?
[She doesn't want to talk over these things, Rosy. She wants to see you. Right this second, young lady.]
swEET BABY oh no i apologize for the wall of text
It would have been the first thing she'd have commented on if she hadn't been blindsided by this sudden wave of emotion.]
Rose. [The doctor looks a might bit ill herself, if not a little tearful. The reason Roxy ended up here in the first place had something to do with her death, didn't it? Strider had been the same, she came to find not too long ago. The very possibility that the same could be said for Rose just makes her heart drop into her stomach.
It occurs to her much too soon (she's actually not sure if her heart can handle it) that this might not even be "her Rose" either. She's met so many varieties of Strider and Lalonde in such a short time-- with not NEARLY enough alcohol in her system -- that she isn't entirely sure sure she'll be able to keep them all completely straight. At least for a little while. She'll catch on eventually.
This Rose is not the same little girl that she'd left in that game. This was a young woman with the same eyes
and general look of displeasureand the same quiet determination that could only be found in the Lalonde genes. She can already see in the lines around her daughter's eyes that it wasn't exactly easy to get where she is, wherever she may be from. She looks tired.That's a look she's all too familiar with seeing, and never, ever something she thought she'd see mirrored in Rose's eyes. (At least, she hoped she never would, but... the Lalonde genes, again.)
What has happened to this child since she--... shit. She needs to not think about it until she has all the information. Is this her Rose? Which universe did she come from? Did it even matter? It's definitely Rose, there is no doubt about that, and even if six more showed up, she'd take care of them the same way. Her daughter is her daughter and by damn she's going to be her Mother.]
It's good to see you, darling.
[Roxy has developed that very same blase sort of demeanor over many, many years, and still cannot seem to keep herself together much better than Rose can. One still probably wouldn't know what sort of heart-wrenching internal warfare is going down right now, but it should be obvious to Rose that she's not quite as composed as normal. (As composed as she could be while sloshing all about the house as it were. At least she managed to be somewhat elegant. Sometimes.)
She can't help that she's happy to see her. ...and admittedly a little stressed out by it too. Still, she can't let herself get too wound up about it, nobody likes seeing their mom freak out.]
Where are you?
[She doesn't want to talk over these things, Rosy. She wants to see you.
Right this second, young lady.]