Stavanger Bay And as you get back into line, a mob jumps to their feet

She wished she could believe him... she really did.  And in time she would.  Rosalyn liked to think herself jaded, but she knew deep down she wasn't so much so as to not accept the idea of building a new family.  It was why she kept trying after all.  But that trust would be some time in coming, the feeling of being comfortable enough in a place to not fear exile or betrayal.  

She didn't agree with his view on pride, and the skeptical look she gave him showed it.  "That how you feel?  About yours?" She asked, a slight teasing challenge entering her tone and hopefully easing more of the uncomfortable tension between them.  In some ways yeah... getting so wrapped up in standing could really damage pack relations.  But losing sight of who she was to get along with  everyone would be miserable, and she wouldn't be able to remain with that either.

His compliment brought a genuine smile, but she didn't follow up just yet.  She wanted to hear where his answer would bring them first.