Sasha went with Jean, having shrunk back from the force of an angry Vladimir when he came, and aided Jean into Hammonds tent. He looked around and spotted Rosalind, having just exited Vlad's carriage to see what the commotion was. He waved her over silently and she walked as quickly as her multi-layered skirts would allow. 

"What happened?" She asked, pressing into Hammond tent, seeing her newest victim of choice was injured. Her eyes narrowed and she remembered seeing how disheveled Vlad was speaking to the newcomers. "Did Vladimir hurt you?" Her voice did not altercate to Medohs, instead it merely took on the icy sound of a womans wrath. Her brown eyes glanced at Sasha, who remained silent and gestured with his eyes at Blake, who he would allow to tell the story if he so pleased.