[ Her eyes narrow, and she wonders if it would be best to allow Rosella her catharsis and self-blame, or to slap her out of it. Her grip tightens just slightly, but then she sighs, watching her for a bit and not talking until she's done. ]

Rosella. So you did what you did, when everyone cursed was doing the same.

[ And here, her hands move up to cup her face, if she doesn't tug away, but she continues. ]

What's this going to do, eh? You might have not wanted to do it, but you're certainly not wasting any time hurting Sam in a different way, are you? By doing this?

[ Her words are sharp, but she has no qualms about saying them-- if she has to be the bad person to make her point, then so be it. ]