"Ah, but I never agreed to your terms," Rose pointed out, though part of her relaxed now that the girl was dead and out of the picture. The death itself hurt her; her magic felt it like the quick snap of something deep inside, the instant where she might have reached out and fixed the wound before all life drained from her but that she didn't dare do. It would be wasted effort when no one escaped the Hunt, and in a way, bringing her back for even an instant more of pain or fear would be doing her harm. Rose was sworn, in more ways than one, to never harm another.
"I do, however, appreciate your consideration towards her," Rose said, dryly sarcastic. Byron hadn't done it to be kind; he'd done it only as the next move in whatever game he was playing. A game she was afraid was now centered more on her than she was comfortable with. "Good day." She didn't want to put her back to him, but she didn't want to stick around now that the girl was dead, so she turned and headed towards the clinic, hoping he wouldn't follow.