Rosalinds eyes dulled in tiredness, watching him leave again. 

"You always leave me Vladimir..." Rosalind murmured after her friend had watched her friend leave the tent. With another sigh, only echoed by Medoh, Rosalind left the Carriage, making her way to the main tent. She flippantly tossed open the side flap and stroke in, her dress hugging her figure. 

"I understand someone here is looking for me?!" She called, scowling. Why didn't Vlad ever tell them where she would be or who she was?