Stella's eyes widened in awe as if she was five years old again and listening to her father read one of her story books again. Taking a seat on one of the few chairs they had, she thanked him quietly for the soup and gratefully ate some then set the bowl down on the table. "Jerome..why is the rose so important to him? It was the only thing in the room that wasnt damaged," she asked curiously. Pausing as she heard an echoing roar, she tensed slightly and looked up at the ceiling above them. But suddenly things quieted down, making her start to worry slightly. Getting out of her chair, she took a few ate a few more spoonfuls of her soup before brushing off the dust from her dress.<br/><br/>"Is it possible you might know how to sew?" she asked slightly embarrassedly as she picked up the hem of her dress where a large rip was going halfway up her legs. "I..uh ripped my dress on one of the statues," she explained with a small smile.