"Maybe."

Rose takes a sip of her own tea. She isn't so sure. She isn't sure she will trust anyone except Roxy -- or that Davesprite will ever stop running away. She's long since given up on the hope of ever seeing John or Dave again. Meritless dreams, that sometimes when she and Roxy are drunk, they talk about. What if's. Fortune hasn't shown her a happy future in a long time.

But here is Nepeta Leijon, drinking tea with her.

"It was ... more prudent to separate."