Re: Stairwell, going down from the 12th: 7:00 a.m.
Doomed to his form? Rosalie didn't like the sound of that at all. She chewed on her bottom lip and thought about it. It sounded like he was looking for a damsel-in-distress, but specifically one that was a princess. "Of course I'll help you," she told him. "And I should probably tell you about the city too, if you're new." She assumed that was what he meant by 'this land'. Even if he only meant the building, it was still a big strange place for a frog. "Do you have any idea where you might want to-?"
An idea came to her and Rosalie nearly jumped up before realizing that that would upset him. "Um. Do you mind if I pick you up?" she asked the frog, hoping that he wouldn't be insulted. "It would be faster."