[ "More than fine" is a generous way of putting things. Rosaria is mostly trying to find a way out of this world's current demise and to take her allies with her, but she supposes things could be a lot worse. At least, she has her wits about her, which is more than she can say for others like the woman in front of her. ]

Let them fight. If you can't do the same, you're better off huddling somewhere safe until it's over.

[ Rosaria's hand is held out, beckoning the young woman closer. ]

Is fighting all you hear? No other voices?

[ How far into the Meridian has she descended, and is Rosaria too late to do anything about it? She'd seen how its influence had twisted and warped Childe into a rabid state, and she'd rather not lose any more allies to the push-and-pull of two consciousness. ]