"I don't care," said Rosa, an exasperated tone finally leaking into her voice, as that branch started growing high over her head, her leg practically to her ear, because, hell yeah, she could do that. "Do whatever you want with it."

He could shove it right up his ass for all she cared. But she would definitely not want it back then.

And the fact that she hadn't said that was proof in the pudding that the yoga was working, thank you.