"Um... Goodnight" Rosa called after the gnome, before turning her attention to the (ex) slave.
"Just you and me, huh? Follow me, then. I'm sure you'll like it. It's got warm fires, plenty of space and...
Rosa stopped and frowned. She didn't know why, but she suddenly got the shivers, and it wasn't the cold.
"I'm sorry. We should keep moving. Don't want to be caught up in a thunder storm."
Whilst she continued undaunted, there was something not right. She felt like someone was watching her. Judging her.
"Rhone, is it alright if we walk a bit closer?" There was distinct fear in her voice.
She tried to shrug it off as the thunder storm, but now that Tirarian was gone, she felt lonely. She was a young girl, out at night, with nothing but an unarmed slave and hidden stiletto to protect herself with.
Nothing she could think of dispelled the malaise. She kept sliding closer and closer to Rhone, eventually taking his hand and walking in silence.
She was trembling.