Re: Rooftop floor/R1: 3:00 a.m.
Rosalie smiled now. Ella was Beauty! Not a witch at all. She finished wrapping the bandages on Ella's shoulder a little smugly. "Daniel made an arrangement with your father?" To Rosalie, there was no distinction between Daniel and the Beast, or Ella and Beauty, or even Boyd and Red, not in the same way she had already tried to separate Vlad from Dracula in her mind.
"I don't have a castle," she told them, "and I really don't think there's a witch either. But if you two are alright and you promise not to go messing those up," she waved a hand at Ella's bandages, "then I should probably go." Get coffee, definitely. And then figure out what to do about sleeping.