Not long ago, Rose wouldn't have believed in that kind of magic, either. She wouldn't have believed in ghosts or strigoi being restored by spirit or a whole lot of other things that were definitely possible. She was grateful, though, for the reality of spirit and its abilities to heal. Rose hated the cost on her friends, but she appreciated not having t go through such a long healing period as the last time she'd been shot. That time, her body had need to heal the old fashioned way, which was kind of annoying.
"Have you been to visit? The Paris here, I mean?" Rose asked. Honestly, she didn't think hearing about the place sounded boring at all. It wasn't like he was describing backwoods Montana, which was where she'd mainly grown up.
Her gaze shifted to Lissa again at his question. "Yes," she began,but that wasn't the full story, "and I'm her Guardian. It's my job to shadow her and keep her safe." It was a role Rose took very seriously and that showed in her expression as she regarded her charge. If any danger came, any at all, Rose would be ready to throw herself between that danger and Lissa. Hell, she'd do the same for Christian or Adrian. They were her moroi. She wold throw herslf I to danger to save them with no hesitation.
Happier to talk about something more mundane like hat she was drinking, Rose smile once more. Her guardian mask slipped and as she blew on the drink a little to coolit. "it's chai tea," she admitted. "Most guardians drink coffee, but I can't stand it, so I drink tea instead."