Rosalie had pursed her lips into a thin line upon being given that little bit of information by Gore. Women wielding swords? That would have no doubt been frowned upon - laughed at, even! Whether Gore was just keeping that to himself or it had slipped his mind, it was unclear to her, but perhaps she could give him the benefit of the doubt and say that he was keeping it to himself out of respect. She acknowledged him with a nod of her head even though she was still unconvinced. Would men, brave soldiers, really have listened to what would have been considered a 'mere' or 'weak' woman? Personally, she would have liked to prove them wrong, but of course the past could not be changed. The girl noticed that Gore was smiling, though, and began to wonder if it was a genuine smile. "That's.. interesting, though I doubt men would listen to us back.. whenever it was you fought." Not only had the dragon kept himself from laughing, by how it had appeared to her, but he had also seemed to be enlightening her to what would have happened if she had charged for him with the weapon she had picked up on the field. It certainly was a [i]’Bad idea[/i] she told herself, but that wouldn’t have been the only bad idea she had. There were many. Sneaking Gore into town, for instance could be counted as one of them.

The camera was starting to settle with Gore - faster than Rosalie had expected, actually, but it only meant that she would be able to move on with showing him different things that the world had come to accept and use while it was it lacked his presence. It was beginning to seem that the more she spoke to him, the more he was beginning to seem almost.. Human. She wasn’t, by all means, accepting enough to not see him as the beast that fueled peoples’ nightmares, but by speaking to him like this, listening to him talk about him starting out young and innocent, she was starting to be convinced that she was talking to a person..a real person and not just a humanoid. 

“Hmm.. Let me put it this way: If I were going to fall off the edge of some place dangerously high, then of course I would expect a little help. Pelting you just because you fail to catch me if I trip, as I had said, is.. silly.” She shook her head at him, regarding him carefully for a bit whilst looking about ready to say more, but immediately dropped it and answered his other question instead. “ And no.” Rosalie was wearing a smirk that matched Gore’s as she folded her arms, trying to size him up like a child who believed they knew it all. “It doesn’t bother me.. I hope the legendary dragon isn’t self-conscious of his speech.” The last bit, she added teasingly before becoming serious again, though it didn’t help when she saw the dragon’s reaction to her shades. Even the two brothers couldn’t help but share a smile. 

“That’s great! I wouldn’t have guessed it.” Sigmund spoke up after a little while of checking that Gore did not look too out of place. He seemed to be more excited than concerned that they were going to sneak a dragon into their house. With Eric, though, it was much less obvious. It seemed he was always thinking, always balancing out his older brother whose enthusiasm could sometimes cloud his sense of judgement. It was safe to say that the older was much more easy-going.
“That would.. suffice.” Eric mumbled in a tone that would almost have gone unheard by Rosalie if she hadn’t been standing right beside him. “We still have to consider how many people would be out during the night, but.. it’s not something we should worry about too much.”
Rosalie nodded upon hearing the comments. If anyone asked, they could pass him off as no more than a traveller looking for a place to stay.
With a little more discussion on what route to avoid and which to take that went on for a few minutes, they were off with Eric taking the lead this time. It was clear he was still worried about the bear, but the assurance that Gore was with them helped him move boldly and quickly through the dark. Rosalie had taken to walking alongside Eric, but would sometimes fall back to speak to Sigmund and Gore.

The night, much like it was in the forest outside of town, was fairly quiet with only just a handful of people outside. The fact of it being a bit cooler than usual also could have contributed to how still it was. Light shining from behind windows of tall buildings subtly lit the streets and made everything seem so welcoming and safe at the same time even though there were no voices to greet any of the four figures moving through the veil of night - not that any of them particularly needed it. Having the town settle after the battle three weeks ago was all the welcome the three young adults walking through Kalandor actually needed. They all had to admit, though, that it was a much better sight than seeing injured hunters limp about and be tended to out on the streets. 

The effort of restoring the confidence people had in this town had not been an easy one and already the brothers had heard of five families that have moved away -with more expected to leave- because of it. At least that was what Sigmund was telling Rosalie in a low tone as they walked on. For one of the families that had moved out, she seemed to smile widely at. “I never liked her anyway.” Rosalie laughed dryly at the thought. “And didn’t you like her at one point, Siggy?”
“Yes. Well.. that’s all in the past now, Rosie. Don’t go opening up old wounds. You can really hurt me!” Sigmund feigned a whimper before reaching over to ruffle Rosalie’s hair much to her displeasure. 
Eric turned to look over his shoulder before bringing a finger to his lips, the gesture accompanied with a sharp glare and even though they could not see too well in the dark, they knew very well how dangerous and serious the youngest looked when irritated. 
“Sorry.” Sigmund and Rosalie mumbled in unison. The girl, when Eric had turned back around, childishly stuck her tongue out at Sigmund before ducking away from his hands to ‘walk’ alongside Gore. He knew she was hiding, but slowed down with a plan to tug her over to him when she wasn’t aware. “Gore?” Sigmund said in a low tone of voice, “Can I ask you some things? Why did you just suddenly disappear for all those years? Eric and I have studied whatever texts we could, but they were always different in conclusion. Some say you ran away and others say you were defeated. Which was it?” Rosalie patiently waited until Sigmund was occupied before slowly sneaking away to stay with Eric. It was solely Gore’s choice to whether he answered Sigmund’s question or not. She wasn’t going to make it an order for him to answer, either. 

The group eventually slowed when their destination was in sight. Reaching their home, the trio finally relaxed upon knowing that they would not have to feel on edge each time they passed someone on the street who looked at them briefly then at the ‘traveller’ with them. It brought a smile to Rosalie’s face as they moved to the backyard where a shed could barely be seen in the dark, but by then, all she wanted to do was go up to her room and collapse on her bed. Why she hadn’t just done so already was because they needed to find a place to keep Gore hidden in for a bit. If Gore had an opinion on where he wanted to sleep, he was more than welcome to speak up. Spare room or not, she would be helping Eric and Sigmund arrange something, anyway. “The best place for you to stay.. I think you should have a say in this..”