Rose looked at Varian. Hearing Sasha walking with them. He heard the feather duster as it brushed over things. He listened but wasn't really wanting to. It was respectful to do so. Otherwise it would be rude and hold him about the same level as Varian and his brother. He wasn't wanting to be that way so he politely listened. He didn't care as he really just wanted to go home. He missed his family and had a feeling he wouldn't be seeing them anytime soon. He looked at him and frowned. What did he mean since it was going to be home? He was only staying until he could gather the courage to go back home. With out worrying about Varian's brother. Yet an unsettling feeling of dread was starting to seep into his heart. He merely looked at Varian and pursed his lips. Whatever did he care what his attackers name was? It wasn't like he was his family. He was Varians. His own brothers never would have hit him. Even growing up they treated him like a girl. He smoothed out the dress when it bunched up a bit. Still cradling Nisha in one arm. Nuzzling her a bit. He wanted to go home where he was loved and cared about. He felt alienated here. Like he was just a tool of war rather than someone special. He just looked at Varian waiting for him to keep talking as he was so apt to doing.