Whitefish River Old Friends, New Tragedies

Rosen wouldn't give up on Rhaella which was something the titan worried about since he asked if she was still with him, "nope," he shook his head, "probably ran off with Deagon," he trailed off and rolled his eyes. Connor didn't hate Rhaella as Rosencrantz did, but he was honestly just disappointed in her, "Lokie is gone too, he went back home," his ears flattened a bit as his tone was a bit more somber and his eyes fluttered down to his paws. He really did miss his best friend/traveling buddy. Rosen calculated that he was trespassing, "ehhh...?" The cinnamon man raised his brow and raised his lip a bit, "not really? We haven't established our borders quite yet, but we are working on it," he shrugged as rose to his paws and padded over to a rock and proceeded to rub his scent on it. 

He wanted Rosen to stay so he could talk to him.

His emerald eyes almost popped out of his skull once he mentioned that the current state of his face was due to a cannibal, he couldn't believe what he heard. "What?" His ears shot forward and his face morphed into a disgusted expression, but his heart ached for his broken friend, "oh Rosen..." his ears dropped and his eyebrows arched up. Knowing Rosencrantz, he would try to hide the fact that he was hurting, the man slowly walked back to where he was initially sitting and stared at him with a sympathetic gaze. "So what will you do about it?" he asked softly, but he figured the man would brush off the question, but he wouldn't let the paladin walk away from him with a shattered soul.