Rose's ears flush red, both from the sudden mood shift and from recalling that conversation, back on Krop Tor. She shifts her hand within his grasp, looking up and away at the unfamiliar constellations.

"Yeah." A slight nod. "Still mean it, too."

She wants to still mean it; she hopes that she still can. Whatever happened to him, to make him so angry - Rose still needs to know it, she still needs to hear the whole story. Right now though, walking like this... She squeezes his hand, letting out a slow breath.