[ Don't worry, Ashe. Humans are friends, not food, in Rose's book. She wouldn't dare dream of harming anyone here. Well- Not of her own volition, of course. The woman worries what might happen with Malachite but doesn't like to dwell on it for long.

The woman pulls down her hood as she gives a sigh and tired smile. Her cheeks are literally glowing pink with squiggle designs and a firetruck red heart just below her right eye. She had fun, clearly, but the dichotomy of the fun artistic expression and current levels of stress is awkward. ]

Yeah, I- I know it's a lot to ask. I got a tip or two though to make it as, like, the least embarrassing for both of us as possible?