Rozaliya raised her eyebrows and hopped off the hospital bed, stepping in front of Sabine. Was the girl blushing already? This would be fun. "Ah, but it is too early for wine and candles and rose petals," she had never had any of those things (except the candles, and that was different). But she had been told stories that included them, and the whole affair had sounded both terribly fancy and terribly French.<br/><br/>She leaned down and took one of Sabine's hands in hers. Her hands were rough, callused from a decade of life in hard conditions. Lifting Sabine's hand to her lips, she pressed a soft kiss to it, looking up into her eyes. "We have not even been introduced."