Rose's expression melts into a proper smile at that. She feels similarly; it's a relief to be able to laugh and relax at all in a situation like this, and she is deeply in need of it. It's been a very, very rough day, and she knows there's only worse to come. She won't make it out of here without dying, after all, unless everyone else perishes first.

But here in the present, where things are still light, she falls quiet but for a hmm of consideration. A moment later she asks, "So, you do knit? Assuming there's not some magical property to your yarn, in which case as both a fellow knitter and magician I would be eager to learn about."