Dragoncrest Cliffs Waving through a window

She stares blankly as the Feisripa introduces herself, nearly missing the silent instruction to move backward. “Huh?” slips from her mouth without any thought as she blinks a few times, finally realizing what was asked of her. “Oh” she mumbles before awkwardly wiggling herself towards the back of the den, eventually glancing upwards to make sure there was plenty of room for the pregnant redhead. “I’m Rose, but I guess you already knew that” which by the way was a little concerning. How exactly Wifi had managed to know her name was a mystery, but Rose assumed Blixen had mentioned her or something like that. 

Her thoughts are interrupted by the Feisripa’s warning and she shrugs a shoulder. “I don’t mind.” So long as she didn’t have to endure the storm alone or listen to any snoring, Rose didn’t mind who the company was. Speaking of storms, a question is tossed her way and she finds herself answering it a moment later. “I don’t see how anyone could like them.”