This man had really been in dire need of help!
"The Mob?!" she repeated. And with a grasp of her wrist he would whisk her away. As they made haste into another alley, the individual would come to take hold of a shirt he had seen upon a clothing line.
Holding her by the hands still. The duo would come to a rest eventually sometime within the alleyway he had stolen the shirt. The air was moist, a bit thick rather. Rosemary could tell that it was going to rain soon, and the second it would rain had been the minute she would have to find an Inn of sorts soon. But this man needed her help, and it wasn't in her heart to ignore those in need of a hand.
Crouching to his level, she would place her left palm upon the left pec of his chest.
"Are you hurt?! I mean, you were being chased by a Mob of sorts?!" She wasn't exactly sure as to what a "Mob" was, she knew of a "mob" but not the crime syndicate-like Mob. Therefore, she believed he was being chased by a crowd instead.
"You said they harmed your friend! I can't believe this..." she paused for a moment to gather herself,
"Father was right. The people of Ishgar were crude beings." Now she DEFINITELY knew she couldn't trust this capital, this Kingdom. They were filled with nothing but people who desired nothing more than malice. Hatred, death, and war, this is why Alakitasia despised them. This is why we, as children, were told never to come here.
She would stand up. No more had she been crouched, unless the male pulled her back down of course.
"I am so sorry this happened to your friend," with her back turned she would place her left palm over her the course of her mouth. Trying to hold in hear tears as she desired to cry for the fallen,
"I-I'm so sorry this happened to you, you don't deserve this. No one does." A gullible girl she was indeed, now what were they going to do to fix this supposed "issue"?
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