[ As much as Rosaria didn't want to involve herself any further in rituals after she'd been healed herself (basically returned to her regularly scheduled Zenith-shenanigans), if there's one thing she can't stand, is having others be taken advantage of while they're at their most vulnerable and unguarded. And also having to put in extra hours and exercise some altruism on their behalf instead of retiring in a bar to drink for the evening as she originally planned.
Technically, two things she can't stand.
Anyway, if not for catching wind that some Meridians were on a rabid hunt to convert anyone they could find, she would be halfway through a pint of ale right now and if the world hadn't transformed to an unfortunate hellscape on the behalf of a shitty tree that just doesn't know when to quit, but she's not going to turn a blind eye while her comrades are having their free will reduced to nothing. Her current target is no one she knows that intimately but someone she recognizes from having seen her around Highstorm a few times. She also appears as addled as Rosaria had been prior to cleansing herself as fast as possible, so perhaps there is some hope to help the stranger reclaim herself.
After a few more minutes of observing the stranger wrestling her way across an overgrowth of roots, Rosaria eventually parks herself on the most stable surface she can find, crouching down so the young woman can hear her. ]
Where do you plan on wandering off to in that state?
Caren ❄ Some ritualistic nunsense
Technically, two things she can't stand.
Anyway, if not for catching wind that some Meridians were on a rabid hunt to convert anyone they could find, she would be halfway through a pint of ale right now and if the world hadn't transformed to an unfortunate hellscape on the behalf of a shitty tree that just doesn't know when to quit, but she's not going to turn a blind eye while her comrades are having their free will reduced to nothing. Her current target is no one she knows that intimately but someone she recognizes from having seen her around Highstorm a few times. She also appears as addled as Rosaria had been prior to cleansing herself as fast as possible, so perhaps there is some hope to help the stranger reclaim herself.
After a few more minutes of observing the stranger wrestling her way across an overgrowth of roots, Rosaria eventually parks herself on the most stable surface she can find, crouching down so the young woman can hear her. ]
Where do you plan on wandering off to in that state?