Rosaria's pale magenta eyes observed you from afar. She sat idly on the cliff just a few feet away, watching silently. Thoughts of who you were and what danger you may lose entered and left her mind, although she didn't dwell on any. Simply observing them with not much thought. She'd have to keep a close eye on you.

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