You're training. Rose focuses her energy in her hands, the air around her vibrating slightly.

She stops.

"I'm in control." You move closer.

"I never doubted it."

She takes a deep breath, the tension easing.

"I spent years afraid of being a mistake."

You cup her face.

"You are a choice." Her gaze softens—a rare occurrence.

She rests her forehead against yours.

"If I lose control one day…" You interrupt.

"I stay." Silence.

She truly smiles this time.