Re: Stairwell, going down from the 12th: 7:00 a.m.
Rosalie tilted her head back and sneezed again, twice. "I'm sorry," she told him, rather bemusedly. "There's all of this magic going around and it smells like roses around me and-" she broke off to sneeze again- "it wasn't affecting me before, but I guess it is now." Again, she didn't pick him up. It wasn't that she minded it, exactly, but it wouldn't hurt him to actually ask instead of ordering her around. She did smooth out her skirt for him though, tapping a knee. "You can sit here, if you'd like," she offered. "Do you have a name?"