If Rosaline had any blood in her doll like body it would have gone cold at Marianne’s threat. The nebula tried to look unaffected though; she knew that showing fear would only embolden the woman before her.  Her glass eyed gaze never looked away, completely unaffected by the dragon barreling across the room to join the fight. She was more worried about the terrifying woman in black whom she had just openly threatened. The minute she disappeared though Rosaline relaxed, casting a glance to Faira to make sure she was alright. It was rather confusing how she had tried to step between them, she was merely human yet she stood up for a being that was clearly hard to kill. She smiled politely at her, sort of a quiet thank you for her bravery. Rose would never let her take a hit for her though; she could take a lot more than she could. 

Rosaline was rather shocked that Marianne had helped them, free of charge, but she wondered if she did it to thwart Joshua. That in her eyes made the most sense. “Thank you for your help.” She said politely, looking dead on at Marianne.

The nebula glanced around the room, checking on the others and also seeing any potential directions they could go to find the key out of here. That’s when she noticed something. Little Ann was nowhere to be seen, completely and utterly gone. “We seem to be missing Ann.” She almost gasped, wondering what had become of the young girl. Rosaline looked down to the unconscious little Marianne in front of her before attempting to stand. Her damaged legs cracked loudly, but she didn’t let it stop her. Suddenly she fell back to her knees, the cracks more extensive than before. She didn’t know if she could repair them fully yet, she still might need the magic, but she knew she couldn’t walk on them long in this state. It made her feel useless. “Great… I’m worse off than I thought.” She sighed, running a finger over the deep cracks in her porcelain legs. Luckily she could not feel anything lest her entire form would be writhing in pain. “Anyone else want to make the ‘Collector’ suffer?” she practically growled. She had hated Joshua a long time ago, still did, only now with current events and transgressions added to her hatred the man would be lucky if he lived to see the next sunrise. He would pay… once she could walk again that is.

Alexandra had reverted back not long after her initial transformation, just after the disappearance of their foe. She skipped about the room with a childish demeanor, her teddy bear gripped tightly in her hands.