Stavanger Bay Ain't no love when the wicked run

She didn't talk for a moment when Dakini spoke, because honestly, she was a tad lost for words.  It had been so long since she'd had a friend, and she couldn't remember the last one she'd had that was a woman like she. Not even Red, or Vlad, had truly been, because in the end, she had never really known where she stood with them.  But here was a friend telling her, and somehow, Rosalyn believed it one hundred percent.

It was honestly really, really nice.

"Dunno as I'm the best to be following, I do tend to start things," she joked lightly.  "But... it's nice to hear."  She nudged her newfound friend, glad she had wandered into the pack and decided to stay.  Even if she was the only one so far who saw the good in that, it hardly mattered.

"When you came... you said you were lookin for your dad? What's he like?". She was curious what sort of family Dakini had come from, if her friend was willing to share such things.

They talked a while before departing, setting off to hunt or hang or whatevs for the remainder of the afternoon.