She tensed, flinching slightly, eyes flickering as she leaned away a fraction with lips pursed in frustration. After a moment she stood straight and cocked a brow behind her mask, the corner of her mouth quirking up at the corner.

"...Hello, Velvet Cake," she murmured, her voice older, more smoky and full of promises than before. Promises and unvoiced apologies. There was nothing she could do to come back, but she was here now, at least.

She stood there, silent and uncertain for a moment. The Roze from before would have pounced, dragged him around, laughed his ear off, teased him for his concern. This Roze was different. More subdued - but only just. She at least gave him options, raising both of her hands and opening her arms, offering him a hug, if he was willing to take it.