Even if at first it might not have seemed like it, Rosalie was listening. At times, her eyes would find themselves wandering over to the campfire, but other than that, she was taking in what Gore had to say pretty well. She never saw the point in interjecting him. Whenever she left him to speak, she would find something he spouted somewhat confusing and contradicting. It was always between the history she had been taught of him and the history that had been told [i]by[/i] him. They were both different and though one might think this would lead her to frustration, it did not. The young woman, however, did send Gore an odd look when she realised that he had referred to her as ‘Rosa’, a shortening of her name that she would have expected from the brothers. “Did you just..,” Rosalie shook her head at Gore, eyes widening incredulously for a few seconds before narrowing on him, the young woman unhappy with the nicknames thrown about by them all. ‘Rosie,’ was bad enough, but being called ‘Rosa’ by a dragon, no less? She indignantly folded her arms and turned her head away, lips pursing into a thin line. Just because he had saved, her, Eric and Sigmund, it gave him the right to call her as such? “You could at least call me by name and not a shortened version of it.” It was comment directed at Gore, but whether or not he would abide by that wish was another matter.

She eventually settled for watching the expressions on the brother’s faces change slowly as they comprehended the fact that Gore actually admired those who would risk their lives in battle no matter what the odds clearly were. After all, there were those who believed there was always a small chance in any given situation. It might have even been slightly easier for them to believe that than it might have been for her considering that she had been the one to watch the hunters fall to their deaths or burn almost as brightly as the environment itself. Despite these thoughts, though, Rosalie still considered herself lucky to be alive, to be spared by something or someone who was known to claim lives. Were these the real reasons as to why he had kept her safe? The girl found herself wanting to believe him as what he had done for her had only served to make travel safer and easier. Gore had not killed her and from what she had eaten earlier, she still felt fine. Perhaps Rosalie was too quick to judge? She began to study him. Maybe, she thought to herself, but was not yet willing to accept that realisation.

“Innocents?” Sigmund hummed in thought, gaze drifting to Rosalie and then his brother, wearing a rather quizzical expression. He clearly did not understand why Gore had mentioned the observers being as such considering what he had read up on, but unlike Rosalie, he and his brother were enthusiastic about meeting the Blood Dragon, and even sitting there listening to what he had to say was an unbelievable experience for them. Don’t get them wrong, the fear was still as evident in their eyes as the moment they had first seen the dragon. One might think they were being accepting because they were afraid of angering the beast, but it could also be because they were more open-minded when compared to her. From this perspective, it was difficult to say. 

There was also no need for Gore to go into details when it came to possible capture by the hunters, but he was right: it was safer for the young men than it was for Rosalie. However, despite being aware of this, the brothers still couldn’t help but shift a little awkwardly at the same time Rosalie blushed and shuddered at the thought. Gore wasn’t doing them any favours in the dark where little was visible. “Well, you’re...more honourable than what the texts say. ” The eldest of the trio said after a moment of unsettling silence. 

It had been tense with nothing but the song of crickets and the crackling of flames to fill the void hanging empty over them, but that silence was easily remedied with ongoing questions. Rosalie was not surprised that Gore did not fully answer her question, but she was only testing him. They weren’t going to let this slip out any time soon. The brothers both voiced their agreement but whatever seriousness was soon lost with Gore’s reaction to the camera. The young men seemed more confused than amused, looking between Gore and the camera numerous times before looking to his mistress for an explanation. Rosalie allowed herself a small chuckle and a shake of her head. “And here I was hoping you’d be fine with it.” She was tempted to reach out and pat his back like one would do to a child, but seeing as he was much taller, and she still did not know how he would react, it did not seem like the wise thing to do. 
“These are some very interesting close-ups..” Eric mumbled, referring to what he assumed were snapshots of Gore up too close for comfort. “I certainly hoped the first few close-ups weren’t taken by you, Rosalie.”
“Hmm? No! Of course not! I covered the auction.”
“No.. I meant shots of teeth... not much can be made out from this.”
“..don’t blame me! They were taken by Gore.” What more the young woman had to say was interrupted by a sigh coming from Sigmund who told them both to focus on what they were going to do next.

“Rosie? Eric and I will head back to town to see what we could find.” Standing up, Sigmund brushed his clothes off and looked into Rosalie’s eyes, “to make things safer, we need to you wait somewhere closer outside town. Eric, let’s get going.”
“Yes, brother.” Eric muttered, pocketing the camera. He started to walk off, but turned to regard Gore briefly. “I suspect sneaking you in would not be too difficult. As it is now, not many people would be out of their houses. The factor still remains that you are quite tall.. Hmm..” They’d find something, albeit, with some difficulty, but there should be something to conceal Gore’s form nonetheless. Perhaps a cloak will do away with the horns and perhaps conceal his arms?		

Rosalie would follow behind the brothers, urging Gore to walk either alongside or behind her. It didn’t matter what he chose as long as he was near enough. She was wary that the bear might return or they might run into a different one, but it did not stop her from moving away from the fire without hesitance. The girl was in a bit of a daze after hearing Gore’s pledge. It was one that put her at ease as it no longer put his loyalty to question. Despite this, Rosalie still had to ask if, “that’s an oath between a dragon and master or mistress, right? It sounds like it, anyway, but thanks. It kinda puts me at ease knowing that.” She made sure the brothers were still in sight before she turned to Gore with her full attention, tilting her head in almost a questioning manner. “You seem to speak about death a lot. Is it something important among Dragon kin?” It really was beginning to look like she was stuck with him for a while. She might as well ask a few things in hopes that it might allow her to better gauge his personality and maybe have a guess to how he could react to certain things that did not just include bright, flashing lights like the likes of a camera. “Ah.. and how often would you be taking commands from me?”