[ ...What is she going to do with meager pocket change? The money is taken before Rosaria slips it back into the girl's pocket with a bit of sleight of hand –for once used to return instead of steal. ]

Don't stay quiet if you feel sick. I'd rather we stop than you heave all over my shoes or your clothes.

[ With the girl's hand still nestled in her own palm, she starts to lead the way to the nearest the inn. This is probably the point where she should try and make some cordial conversation, but she fails at that. And yet– ]

What's your name?