"Well, it's absolutely not going to be you," Rosie says almost as soon as the words have left Sabrina's lips; a stubborn, hardheaded sort of reaction, but the truth. "I won't allow it." In her heart, she knows she couldn't stop it, no matter how hard she tried or wished or insisted. But she says it, and she means it, and once it's voiced she nods once, firmly, looking down at Sabrina's prone figure.

"If we can't distract him, or...or tempt him, whatever you want to call it," she muses, trying to think as fast as she can, knowing she's as far out of her depth now as she'd been her first few hours in Anterwold. More so, even. This, after all, was not a problem she could stomp and threaten her way out of as she'd done in the forest clearing. "If we can't do that...what did you need to kill him, last time? Even if we can't find it here, there has to be something similar. People arrive from all over, different worlds and times and...there has to be something."