Rose did what she could to be ahead of the complaining sister, usually by taking the lead with the scout or ride ahead. She was used to doing longrider patrols in the saddle. While she wasn't the legendary rider her father had been, it was clear she was more experienced than at least one of her sisters. It was hard not to yell at her though, hence the move to stay as far from her as she could. She heartily wished the tomb was closer herself though, few good things came out of a disturbed tomb.