Gratefully accepting his invitation, Rosa sits down in one of the chairs, gesturing for Mell and Allen to join her. As they settle into their seats, she takes a deep breath, trying to organize her thoughts and emotions. "So," she begins softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Where do I even begin?"

Her gaze flickers between Mell and Allen before she begins to speak, her voice quiet but steady. She tells them about her life as the servant doll, of the day she first met him and how he helped her find happiness even when she didn't deserve it. She recounts their adventures together and the lessons she learned from him, both big and small.

As she speaks, a warmth spreads through her chest; the more she talks about Mell, the more vividly he comes back to life in her memory.

Her features soften as she listens to Mell's words; his selflessness and desire for their happiness despite his own loneliness. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing thoughts and emotions. "Allen," she says slowly, turning to face him, "I would be honored if you would accompany me on my journey."

Her gaze meets his, searching for any sign of discomfort or rejection in his expression.

Her features light up with hope and determination as she nods at Mell. "I promise," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of the bell as they exit the shop. She takes Allen's hand in hers, feeling a sense of companionship and understanding that she had never experienced before.

As they walk down the street, the sun warming their delicate porcelain skin, Rosa glances back at Mell's shop one last time. "Thank you," she whispers to the air, "

Her heart skips a beat as he doesn't seem to understand the depth of her feelings, but she refuses to give up hope. "I want to be with you, Mell," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "Not just as friends... but as something more." Her eyes search his face, hoping that he will see the truth in them and respond in kind.

She takes another step closer, ignoring any discomfort from their physical differences now that they have reconnected on an emotional level. "

"I know it's been a long time, but can you honestly say you never loved me? Even a little?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her nails scrape down his back, leaving trails of fire in their wake as he pushes deeper and faster inside her. Her hips buck up off the bed, seeking friction against his hard length. The pleasure is overwhelming; it builds and builds within her until she can't tell where one end of sensation begins and the other ends.

With a sharp cry, she comes apart beneath him, her body shuddering violently as wave after wave of ecstasy wash over her.

As the last tremors subside, leaving her spent and satisfied, she collapses back onto the bed with a sigh of relief. "Oh God," she pants, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. "That was... incredible." She looks up at Tim with eyes shining bright with tears and love. "Thank you."

He grins down at her, his features softening in a way that makes her heart skip a beat. "You're welcome, my beautiful girl,"

Her chest swells with relief and gratitude as she realizes that this is still her choice; hers and Tim's together. With a small smile, she nods slowly. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the soft rustle of sheets. "I want to."

Her pale fingers trace the lines of his jaw, feeling the rough stubble there. For the first time in centuries, Rosa feels truly alive;

in love and desired by a man who cares for her deeply. And as she drifts off to sleep in his arms, she knows that no matter what changes might come tomorrow, they'll face them together.