Overture Downs Oh, misty eye of the mountain below

Hey, sis! Need some help?
It was Rose, peering through the bushes that surrounded the patch of herbs to beam at her. The girl was hunched over the torn pieces of the plant she had been told to strip and prepare for their next journey, trying to recall which pieces she was supposed to keep and which were meant to be discarded. Her frown dissolved into a relieved giggle at the sight of her older sister.
Yeah. I can never remember which parts we use... they all look the same when they're dried!
Rose laughed as she pushed through the bushes to stand at her side. The brush of her pelt was unexpectedly cold. The girl startled, head turning to examine her sister incredulously.
No one was there.
Rose...? She looked around in mute terror. This wasn't home. And Rose, she was gone, she couldn't be gone...
She realized she was crying, but suddenly she felt nothing. No, she felt tired. Or maybe just... heavy? Where was she? Did it matter? Rose was gone.
Nothing mattered.