Sabrina has long since lost her sandals, and she can only assume they've been taken by the sea, since Salem insists it's so and she's lacking any desire to refute it. Her own dress lets her wade a bit further into the surf, though she doesn't stray far from her path, following Rosie into the quiet evening. Still a little flushed, her eyes only a bit pink at the edges, Sabrina welcomes the calm; she's cried plenty of happy tears, the cup of her heart overflowing just as easily for joy as anger.

"Hey," she says, just in case her approach is drowned out by the ocean, catching up enough to brush her fingers against Rosie's. There's time before she needs to fire up her magic. "Did I get a chance to tell you how lovely you look tonight?" She tucks a pale curl behind her ear, struggling slightly to control said curls without the usual headband. "This still would have been a wonderful night, but I'm really glad you and Charlie are here. I'd have had to use Salem as a tissue, otherwise," she adds, with teasing warmth.