So the captain was willing to be kind, at least a bit to her? Rose was pleased when he ordered his men to begin preparations on food. Perhaps it would be even quicker, since she was sure the cook had been in the middle of the meal before this all happened. Hopefully the brutes didn't take her meal, though. As a princess she wasn't expected to eat just anything, she had the best meats, vegetables, and anything else she wanted. Just last night she had roast pheasant, and berry tarts for dessert. Of course she was warned the meals would become less elaborate as they continued on their journey, the stores unable to last too long, but it was still expected for her to eat well.

"Ah, so you've seen the reason in treating me kindly." Rose murmured as she took his hand, not catching the mocking tone. Why would she? Never in her life had people done anything but adore her, because those who didn't adore her made it nowhere near her. She knew little about hatred, jealousy, or any of the evils of men. It was because of this she was not in a panic, not begging for her life, not understand that this man and his crew could truly do her harm.

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Gerard watch her, a bit wary of her intentions. She couldn't do him much harm with a needle, and he would refuse to drink any and all potions, so he was sure he was safe enough, but he didn't trust her all the same. Before he could take the ale she had poured some on the wound on his chest, it burned and he hissed, muttering a curse under his breath. "You wench." Though there was no malice, no anger. He had known it would hurt, but she seemed to perhaps take pleasure from that fact, not warning him beforehand.

He cursed himself, angry at having gotten the wound in the first place. How had one of those sad excuses for a guard gotten the better of him? He wasn't sure, but it didn't matter much now, considering they were all dead. He took a swig of the ale, surprised to find it wasn't watered down crap, as well as intrigued that the woman hadn't even made a face at it. Obviously she was well acquainted with ale. He could only study her while she worked, she was pretty enough, he supposed, not from these parts, obviously, but a fine looking woman. Perhaps the captain would allow him a bit of fun with her before they tossed her overboard.

The ale felt warm and he sighed, content for the moment, before she started the real torture. "Like what you see?" He asked with a grin, raising an eye brow at her as he attempted to flex his arms. Sure he wasn't the most handsome man, but he had no problem with women, even though most of them were little more than whores.