Mitta dangles Rose’s shirt by the collar, offering one sleeve to the green haired girl before stepping gracefully, save for a small drunken wobble, around her, pulling the piece of garb after him. “I understand. I just wouldn’t want...I dunno, I guess I’m just scarred of anything that controls actions so well. It’s just not right. You could bury it in a location only you knew,” he shrugs.<br/><br/>“It’s good if you enjoyed it, that means you were still yourself right?” Dross ventures as Kasumi relays her experience. The elf, along with Rose, jumps forwards echoing her concerned inquiry when the human collapses in pain. “She should be, a master does not want his...slave...to die so easily,” Hajna notes, struggling with the word she associates with her dark kin.<br/><br/>Dross is too preoccupied to acknowledge her point, but he does smile with relief when Kasumi talk, a smile that becomes slightly tinge with amusement as Rose scolds her. “Every cloud...” he mutters, adding “Maybe you could order her to be less stubborn,” with a chuckle.