Rosalie had nodded slowly as soon as Gore confirmed that it was really him that was in the dream with her. It obviously meant that they had shared the same events that had occurred. The girl never thought that she would ever, in her entire life, feel as if her privacy had been breached through her dream. She wasn’t aware of an incident like this at all happening to anyone else, and if it had, she hadn’t been much of one to watch the news. She continued to watch Gore after he went to the kitchen sink, the girl moving out of his way while noting the look he had in his eyes this morning. Again, it was another emotion that was an unfamiliar sight on a familiar face that usually portrayed determination and pride. [i]’Sorrow.’[/I] Rosalie thought to herself, moving a hand over her wrist as her gaze dropped to the kitchen floor. “Sorry.. but you’re going to have to tell me sometime whether you like it or not. People are coming after you and I’m being targeted, too. I think I deserve some answers.” Like he was troubled over what he had seen, so was she. For her, it was her father, someone who she treasured and considered very close to her. For Gore? She was unaware of who the blue dragon was, but going by her theory, it was someone important to him.

The girl thought back to the way he had acted and had held himself when the blue dragon was being mistreated. It was a reaction that Rosalie thought was uncharacteristic of Gore, but perhaps she was seeing something else to him and he definitely was more than what history had taught. “I.. definitely would have liked a heads up or something either way. It also makes me wonder..” Rosalie mumbled, rubbing her arm as she thought of Setton’s demise in the dream. There was one thing she was wondering, and that was if she and Gore had kept the injuries from their shared dream, would her father have felt any pain from it or did it only effect people who were actually involved in the dream? She shook her head, causing her hair to fall into her eyes at the action. “Never mind.” If it had been the latter, she hoped what she had done to Aisen served as a warning for him not to impersonate anyone close to her. She would have liked it to have gone differently, though. “Gore? Question: Who was that man, anyway? I know I’ve seen him around.. same time as you, actually, but he seems to pop up persistently from what you’ve said and what I’ve seen..” 

Through all her pacing, the girl remained oblivious to her dragon’s watchful gaze. If she had been aware, she would have stopped altogether and stood still, but how was this not a moment to pace? It helped calm and distract her from the issue more than it would if she had stood rooted to the spot. “I.. never thought I’d hear a dragon say something like that.. ever.” It was odd holding conversation with Gore and, because of how out of place it felt, she didn’t know what to say. Now that she had the chance to talk to him, what she had in mind suddenly had a degree of difficulty leaving her mouth. She wasn't as comfortable talking to Gore as she was with her brothers, but there was no doubt that they would think she had gone insane if she told them about her dream and backed it up by showing them her injuries. It was a bad idea to raise some questions that she could not provide the answers to.


Almost a month had gone by and she had given him nothing but commands, and for once, having to sit down and chat was interestingly strange for her, but welcomed. As she tended to him, she nodded her head a bit to show that she was listening. She understood that Gore would be fine since he’s still moving about almost like nothing had happened - though a little bit more wary. Despite that, however, she didn’t think it was wise for him to walk around while literally a bloody mess. Mr. Clearwater wouldn’t appreciate that much and she could just imagine his anger if he found the dragon bleeding all over his kitchen. “This is nothing compared to what you’ve done for me..” Started Rosalie, trailing off for a bit before speaking again, “I won’t list it all down.. and in short, I owe you.” She sighed, leaning back once she was done, packing up her medical kit and setting it to the side for now. As Gore asked about her condition, Rosalie folded her arms, hiding a wince as she did so. “I’d rather have it as just enough to fool the others than have them question me over what happened. I wouldn’t have the answers to that. In fact.. how am I supposed to explain anything?” She whimpered, pursing her lips into a thin line. 
“I.. I understand that no person should ever see that. They’d have just as much trouble coming to terms with it as I am now.. or maybe they would do so much better.” She laughed nervously, changing the subject quickly when she began to tear up. “I’ll admit that I’m curious..” Hesitantly, the girl clapped a hand over his shoulder, squeezing lightly for his reassurance just as much as it was for hers. “I’m going to try and be open- minded here, and don’t make me regret it. What I saw back there.. The cave, its markings, and the dragons, themselves..” She withdrew her hand just in case and held it behind her back because she knew she was treading over ice as she listed these things down; “A discussion over dragons and humans standing on the same side and no battlefield, along with how you reacted to our treatment of that blue dragon. Just really what happened back then? I know I keep bringing up what I’ve been taught, but what I’ve been believing my whole life.. it was all a lie, wasn’t it?.. You reacted in a way I never thought I’d see you act in that dream, too.” Rosalie pointed out, staring him down. “Now’s your chance to tell me. If not, I won’t ever bring it up.” The girl then gave Gore a few moments for her words to settle with him, giving him time to think.
 

She then mumbled a few things regarding what Gore had said about gratitude, blinking when he had thanked her back, retreating back to the kitchen sink for now. [i]’Is it really that strange?’[/I] There was a subtle shrug of her shoulders as she thought to herself.
Being time that Gore get on with breakfast, she dug into her own that she had made, looking out the window in contemplation while Gore cooked. He was doing pretty well adapting to the appliances, she’d give him that. Of course, she wouldn’t say it out loud anytime soon. And while she ate, most of her time was spent staring out the window, mind still lingering on the dream she had. A shared dream was the strangest and last thing she would even consider. It happened, though, and it wasn’t the best of ones, either. 

Rosalie finished her breakfast and stood a bit away from Gore as she waited for him to finish so she could wash her plate, sending sidelong glances at him from time to time. It wasn’t because he had asked her a question, either, but she decided to ignore what she was hearing for now. When he called her name, however, she jumped a little, believing that he had caught her looking at him. “Uhh.. Ro?” An odd shortening of her name. She’d never heard anyone call her that before, but she liked it better than Gore calling her mistress all the time. “Go ahead.” She mumbled with a nod of consent. “And it’s not [i]that[/I] bad.” She shot back in a non-offensive tone. “But thank you for your reassurance.. I really needed th-“ Rosalie stopped when she realised that she wasn’t hearing things, biting back a weak smile. “When was the last time you had something to eat, Gore? You can only if you promise to be careful and keep yourself out of sight. I would like a break from a bit of trouble now and then.”


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Rosalie decided to linger in the kitchen for a while, hoping she’d see one of the brothers up and, spinning around with a hopeful look that feel as quickly as if she had dropped a plate, she managed a small and nervous smile at John Clearwater. “Good morning, Mr. Clearwater.” She sat down when he asked to talk, shaking her head at the question of making breakfast. She had only watched, she told him, leaning back to wait for his response, half flinching and half holding her ground. 	

“I bought him because I needed the help. I was thinking that he might be able to search for.. Setton?” She heard her voice waver for a bit and stopped herself, taking in a deep breath. “Don’t you wonder where he’s gotten off to? His letters have stopped coming and I’m worried.. I know I should have discussed this with you first because you’re a guardian to me just as my father was.. Is...” Rosalie corrected herself. She wouldn’t give up on trying to find him. Just because he had stopped writing to her didn’t mean something bad had happened.. Right? “Yes, maybe I’m desperate.. and yes, maybe I’m an idiot to think this, but I thought that if I have the Blood Dragon, people seeking him are likely to know where my father is. I may also be taking a gamble in believing that he might be able to keep me safe while I continue my search. It could even be a death wish later on, but right now, I just want to see my dad and know that he’s okay. I hate going on without him. I’ve lost my biological parents and I don’t want to lose.. him. Gore hasn’t attacked anyone and he’s been here for quite a bit.”

Chewing on her cheek, Rosalie paused for a moment, afraid of angering the man further. “I understand that I’m burdening your family, and I will find a way to repay you for taking me in at my father’s request. I apologise for last night and will be replacing your gun.” She had a melancholic tone to her even though her face may not have shown anything - at least Rosalie hoped it didn’t. “I’m going to find him. I need to and.. I’m also sorry in advance for saying this but there’s no way of knowing what really happened. Saying that ‘history was written by the victor’ could describe this. Gore could just be defending himself and we’re just as cruel..” Rosalie was mumbling to herself now, keeping her gaze averted. “Uhh.. Is there anything more to discuss, Mr. Clearwater?”