[For just a moment, curiosity overtakes anything else. Rosalind straightens up, her gaze sharper.]
I'm not about to use you for an emotional anything, thank you. I was attempting to change the subject, nothing more. What else can you smell? I've never heard stories of a werewolf who could do that.
[(And it's so much easier to ignore her grief and loss when she's got this to focus on. Never mind she's bottling up her feelings; of course she is. She's always done that. She'd never have gotten anywhere if she went around feeling things all the time; she'll repress this until it goes away, just like she does with everything).]
no subject
[For just a moment, curiosity overtakes anything else. Rosalind straightens up, her gaze sharper.]
I'm not about to use you for an emotional anything, thank you. I was attempting to change the subject, nothing more. What else can you smell? I've never heard stories of a werewolf who could do that.
[(And it's so much easier to ignore her grief and loss when she's got this to focus on. Never mind she's bottling up her feelings; of course she is. She's always done that. She'd never have gotten anywhere if she went around feeling things all the time; she'll repress this until it goes away, just like she does with everything).]