Roslyn heard him say it was alright to come in and she quietly slipped through the door. She saw him with his head in his pillow, she came at the edge of the bed and she said "I'm sorry, I know your probably in danger of anyone even sees us together. And our pretending isn't helping our case." She sighed and sat on the floor next to his bed. She stared at him waiting  for him to reply, he had to know it was dangerous, it was a big risk for both of them,  though she knew it was probably more risk for him than for her. She looked at him, she was acting un-like her self, showing her feeling on the outside rather than on her inside. And she didn't feel comfortable, she usually had people on the tables, never knowing how she felt always kept others on edge and kept her comfortable. But now she was being more open, and she knew it was b/c of this situation, she hadn't felt like this in a long while. The last time she felt like this was a time where something had happened to her father and she and her twin.<br/><br/>She sat cross legged her head on her hands and she sighed. She could easily understand him telling her to leave, but for some odd reason that befuddled her she wanted to stay and get to know him more. She didn't want to pity him even though she slightly did, but he also interested her and so she stayed, content with just sitting  there, waiting for his response. She didn't know what exactly she did to provoke this sadness in him, but she wanted to make him feel better.