Rosa walked alongside Sylavanas and Mara, a small smile on her face. She had just received her first theory lesson in magic from Sylavanas, and she found that she liked it. A lot. Most of her training with Sorceress Allera had only been to prepare herself physically, emotionally and mentally for learning the intricacies of sorcery, and thanks to those experiences, she found that she could pick up what Sylavas was saying very quickly. All the more better, she thought, smiling to herself. She wanted to learn magic as much as possible. She could hardly wait for practical lessons; perhaps Sylavanas could squeeze in one at the felis village. She placed her belongings in a pile near the others' when they stopped to set up camp and went about helping Sylavanas to gather branches for a fire. As soon as they returned, their arms laden with branches, Rosa dropped her load and looked around. Belzar and Lillith were looking normal, nothing much to comment on there (though, Rosa noted with glee, Belzar kept sneaking looks at Lillith). Savage, on the other hand...the felis was sitting by herself in a corner, gazing at her hands, though Rosa could see her rather clearly from where she was standing. Rosa glanced at Savage's hands once, then looked harder. Scratches...where did they come from? And why is Savage gazing so intently at them? She could sense hurt radiating from the lone figure; but what could she do? She yearned to reach out to Savage, comfort her, tell her that she still has a friend in her...It's no use, Rosa thought sadly. She would only make things worse; why meddle in affairs she did not know of? It's a felis village, of which I know next to nothing...Savage probably has some connections with it... Savage probably needed some time alone to reflect; Rosa did not want to deprive her of that much-needed time. Savage was still sitting by herself when the others had gone to sleep, her visage now partially hidden by the darkness. Rosa could not stand it any longer; Savage needed sleep, as did the rest of the group, if they wanted to face what lay ahead of them. "Savage...aren't you going to get any sleep?" Rosa called out. No answer. Rosa tried again. "S-Savage?" Silence. Rosa sighed inwardly as she turned over and shut her eyes. I might as well get some sleep...I'm worried sick about Savage, but I don't know what else to do for now... After tossing and turning for half an hour, sleep finally began to work its magic on the red-haired girl. Her eyelids were drooping, falling slowly like curtains...down...down...down... Rosa's eyes then snapped wide open as a small, blurry figure darted past her.