Could Rosalie really trust Gore as much as she trusted Sigmund and Eric? At the moment, the young woman was pondering whether or not she could survive being his owner. She never did have the goal of owning a dragon and the decision made last night was more or less ‘forced’ on her. This investment could serve to get her a new friend, or serve her a death sentence on a silver platter. She deserved that much if she was going to pay for such a fancy death, Rosalie thought sarcastically, rolling her eyes. Gore didn’t seem all that bad - especially if he had saved the very two people who helped and gave her a place to call home. Their family had done a lot for her, and were one of the few she loved enough to openly call ‘family’.

The noises that Gore would sometimes make did not sound befitting of a mighty dragon and instead reminded one of a yelp a young pup would make. It certainly was odd, odd enough that Rosalie had to check over her shoulder. She wasn’t offended or anything; it was far from that. Wouldn’t anyone turn to the source of the noise if they had found it strange and somewhat funny? Rosalie could not help but wonder what he was thinking but she bit back a smile and focused instead on what Sigmund was saying lest he start asking her questions and get her to repeat what he had just said. He had caught her out so many times that it wasn’t funny. Still, it had not been her fault that he would catch her in the middle of something. 

Sigmund and Eric lowered their weapons only when Gore had turned around and started to head back to the fire. However, it still looked as if they did not completely trust where the situation was going - even when Rosalie had smiled assuredly at them. They simply looked at each other then at her. Gore was protective of her, that much was clear when he had leaned closer earlier but now that he had started to back up, it gave an ample window of opportunity to talk amongst themselves.
“Rosie? You did tell him we’re on the same side, right?” Eric asked in a low tone of voice, not too keen on having his voice project beyond Sigmund and Rosalie’s ears. He adjusted his glasses, looking ahead at Gore with quiet interest that made the young woman roll her eyes. If he was excited, he never did show it all too openly like other people did. It was why that whenever he did, Rosalie would be more than happy to point it out.
“Mhm.. I did..” Rosalie replied in a tone as equally quiet, slowly making her way back to the fire, “but.. you have to help me. I don’t know anything about dragons!” she hissed in a low tone. “Sigmund? You asked for pictures... but here’s the real thing. I told you I wasn’t lying when I said Gore helped me.”
“It makes sense why you have him here...” Eric muttered, looking her up and down, “I imagine this would cost you a fo-“
“Don’t mention it, please?” Rosalie pleaded, laughing nervously. “All that matters is that you guys get to see the real deal..and know I wasn’t lying when I showed you that scale.”

Rosalie sat down with the brothers on either side of her, both young men cringing at the sound of Gore shifting. They were clearly interested in the dragon, showing greater interest now that they knew Gore spoke their language. They knitted their brows together in confusion at the dragon’s old accent, but understood what the crimson legend was telling them. Like young children listening to a story, they sat there quietly. Sigmund had his elbow rested over his knee, head propped snugly in the palm of his hand. Though the gesture may have portrayed him to be calm and easy-going, he was far from it, proven when time to time his eyes would dart warily from side to side and then to the dragon. The only positive thing he had done so far was place the weapon not too far from his feet. 
He was still shaken from the bear attack, and his brother would no doubt be feeling the same as he was. Anyone, having escaped a life-threatening situation, would be in shock but grateful nonetheless at their survival. It was so unlikely that they would have been saved by the very legend they had been studying with great fervour.

“I think I can see why you told us to meet you here, Rosie.” Said Sigmund. He then directed his next statement to Gore, “You say being close to Rosie, here, is safest for you, but I don’t think I see it if you’re going to head into town..” He shook his head, finding it difficult to believe he was actually talking to the Blood Dragon in a normal conversation! Again, he glanced at Eric, the younger brother doing nothing but staring at the ground with his arms folded, nodding whenever it was deemed appropriate. How was he taking this in so easily, like it happened everyday? “Did you really save her or is she making things up? It’s not that I’m ungrateful for you looking out for her, but, frankly, I’m surprised you did all those things for someone you didn’t know. Heh, sorry, Rosie”. Sigmund quickly added once he saw her glaring at him.
“Oh.. It’s fine. Don’t mind me.”

~~~

 “How long can you stay in this form, if I can ask that?” Rosalie then paused for a moment, allowing it to sink in and give him some time to decide how he would answer that. Like the brothers, she had noticed how Gore had trailed off earlier. He did not have to answer her in front of the brothers, but she wondered if he would. Would he think that she was planning some sort of punishment for him should he anger her? Rosalie would let him think what he wanted, saying sternly that, “there also won’t be any executions. Don’t let me buying you be a waste, Gore.”

Rosalie tapped her fingers over her knees as she looked to the sky, thinking. The stars were coming out pretty quickly, one by one, peeking out behind the curtain of darkness almost at the behest of the moon. They couldn’t stay out here for long - the brothers’ parents would be concerned. The girl pushed herself out of her seating position and started to pace about the campfire. “Sigmund, Eric, don’t we have a shed that could hide Gore for the time being?”
“We do.” Eric, who had been quiet the entire time, confirmed, nodding slightly, “though.. do you think that’d be enough?”
“Well..” Rosalie shrugged, turning to Gore this time. “I’m going to take a leap of faith and trust you here..” she sat down beside the Blood Dragon, though took care not to sit too close as she kept her gaze locked to his. “I want you to stay in the shed we have.. or even somewhere outside the house, but considering your form, it might be safer if you decide. Besides.. these two,” she gestured to the brothers with a light smirk at how she had addressed them, “They’re strange.. I’ll give them that, but they’re interested in your history and they really are nothing like the hunters, I assure you. They mean a lot to me, so I hope you treat them more fairly than those you met three weeks ago. I’m not saying that you have to listen to them, but it’d be nice if you did. They were the ones who had heard the news of the hunters planning your capture and had suggested that if I followed the news, I might be able to find something.. Hehe, that would explain why they’re listening to you so intently. Oh, that’s right!” Rosalie clapped her hands together and fished the camera out of her bag, tossing it across to Sigmund who fumbled slightly when he caught it. “Take a look.” She simply said when he looked up questioningly.
“This will make up for you calling us strange will it, Rosie?” Sigmund mumbled, raising an eyebrow at her. It was a teasing gesture on his part, but Rosalie was more than happy to retaliate, sticking her tongue out at him.
“Stop calling me that, or I’ll have to start calling you ‘Siggy’.”
“Don’t. You. Dare.” He then sighed, “fine. Whatever you choose, though, better make it quick."