Sabrina pulls her even closer, that slightly protective edge present even in a situation like this-- nothing to worry about, but she does enjoy wrapping her arms around Rosie and pressing her cheek in her soft, dark hair.

"We don't just get to have it," she murmurs. "We worked for it. We fought for it. We defended it and took it for ourselves. And we'll keep it. Right now? We get to enjoy it."

She's quiet then, soaking it all in and finding nothing but warmth and contentment. "What was your favorite part of Christmas, growing up?"