( It certainly isn't the first reunion she's had with Sharon — it's yet another to add to the list, but it hits just as hard as every time before, hits in new ways. Rose turns to see her, and everything freezes in her, every thought, every worry, every anxiety. )

Sharon— ( she gasps, managing to slip her own Relic into her pocket before her trembling fingers can drop the thing, and then she's moving, rushing to meet the younger woman just as Sharon starts moving more quickly towards her. They meet hard and fast and warm, Rose's arms winding around her daughter's body just as tightly, holding her flush and secure. Breathing her in — the same Sharon she'd parted ways with in Trench, a couple of inches taller than her (she has to lift just slightly on the toe of her boots), beautiful and strong. Rose buries her face against the side of Sharon's head, feeling her own tears leaking. She has her back, again. She got her back. )

My baby. ( When she pulls back just a little bit too, enough that she can see Sharon's face, she can't help laughing just as weakly in response, the sound wet and thick due to the tears she can't stop crying. Both of her hands lift to the girl's cheeks, cupping her face, thumbs brushing back against the moisture there. She sniffles, loudly, and smiles, willing her voice to continue. )

I've missed you, too. For all the time I was without you, every second in any universe, I've missed you. ( No matter that for her, she last saw Sharon barely a few hours ago now — for however long Sharon was without her mother, on her end, Rose knows that she missed her daughter. Time doesn't have to make sense; whether it was seconds or days or years.... any version of herself would ache unbearably with missing her daughter. Rose knows that wholeheartedly. )

God, let me look at you. You're so beautiful. ( She's smoothing her hands down the sides of Sharon's hair now, lovingly. ) You've been here for a couple of years, you said? How old are you now? You're— twenty?