[u][center][h3]Marianne Delacroix[/h3][/center][/u]
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Marianne blinked, tilting her head ever so slightly in momentary confusion when Rolan made it known that he was actually not a knight part of the Iron Roses. Of course not all of them were Knights, there had to be squires and knaves amongst their numbers. The thought just hadn't crossed her mind until this very moment. Even still, she couldn't just simply address someone without a proper title. She frowned with concern when Rolan cringed in pain worried that he was not completely well, as he made it appear.

It was a little disheartening to learn that her horse had fled, though it didn't bother her very much. She had no close bond to the creature, and all that the horse carried on it were a few provisions. Arrows, a day's worth of food and water, a few medical supplies. Not much else and nothing detrimental or supercritical to their mission at hand. She could always scavenge what was left behind by the Bandits, or pick their corpses. The thought of raiding a dead body for its supplies sent a slight tremor and chill up her spine, however.

She was a little startled when Rolan offered his own horse for her to use. 
She put up her hands and shook her head, politely declining.
[b]"Ah, there is no need.."[/b]
She frowned again, looking to the ground for answers. Struggling to find the proper title for the gentleman.
[b]"Squire Rolan?"[/b]
She wasn't sure if that was accurate, but maybe it would suffice for the time being.
She smiled, laughing softly.
[b]"I am not above walking on my own two legs, [i]papa et maman[/i] did not raise such a spoiled daughter. I did not lose much of import so truly, it is quite alright. It is no fault of your own that I am unable to keep accountability of my belongings."[/b]

Truth be told, it may have been better for her to remain close to the ground. After all, it appeared that she was one of the few, if not only, dressed in nearly all white. If she remained on horseback, she would just highlight herself as target. With her "small" stature, she would even more than likely appear to be the 'weakest link' of their party and targeted first. Though she would probably struggle with keeping up with the other Iron Roses, she thought positively. If anything, it would be a bit of conditioning. A work out even. She was not above shedding a little sweat. One could simply just bathe and change afterward. Delacroix nobility weren't like other snobbish, pampered nobles in many more ways than one. As a Knight, it would be foolish and ridiculous fearing a little physical exertion and dirt.

Thinking their conversation finished, Marianne respectfully bowed her head and curtsied in return to his kind gesture. Turning, she walked away to regroup with the rest of the Iron Roses.