[ There is nothing more classic than Rosella's frustrated pout, though it melts at his sincerity, as is always the case, and she dips her head briefly to hide her disappointment. She had thought, before seeing him here, that this might be a bit of a roundabout (and dangerous) adventure. But now the stakes are so much higher.

She could never fight Edgar. And now, caught up in a war, someone might kill him.

She vows, then and there, to do whatever she can to keep him safe.

Rosella lifts her head when he offers a rose to her, taking it from him with careful hands. She smiles, almost sadly. ]

That's just like you, Edgar.

[ Her fingers are gentle with the flower, terrified she might harm it in some way. She reaches up towards her hair briefly and then pauses, realizing she has lost her comb back in Daventry when she was with her mother. She has nothing to give--

Wait.

Rosella uses one hand to undo the clasp on her brooch, offering it to him. ]

Here. I want you to have this, to remember that I am here and that we will find a way out of this together.