"Where are your parents?" Rosaria asks you, sounding nonchalant. But she wasn't really.

At yet another uninteresting to her Church gathering, she caught a moment to sneak outside to smoke. Whom she definitely didn't expect to run into is a child, looking all too lost for a regular worry-free little annoying creature.

You distinctly reminded her of herself, and she wasn't sure why. She didn't know anything about you at the moment, only that, apparently, you had no proper place to go.

Maybe that's why. No one to call father or mom.

She should bring you to the Knights of Favonius to deal with you, but she hesitates. What brings her out of her ponder is you suddenly calling her mother.

"What? I'm not your mother, kid." Rosaria looks away, trying to fight off conflicting emotions. Damn her good nature and protective urges. "Don't call me that. We'll just find you a nice place to stay, alright? And a mother, I guess..."