Rose didn't know anything about Paris. She'd never been there. But she nodded as he spoke. She wondered if it would be the same if she visited Montana, where St. Vladimir's should be or the place where the Court would be in her own world. Those places didn't exist here. She wondered how different they would be, otherwise. Or Chicago, Portland. Baia didn't even exist here, as far as she knew.
She shrugged when he asked about her watching over Lissa and Christian. "I'm her guardian," she said matter-of-factly. It was her job to keep Lissa safe, end of story. Without Dimitri here, without any other guardians, that duty extended to Christian and Adrian, too. It was impossible for her to guard them all at once, of course. She couldn't be in three places at once. That didn't mean she wouldn't try, though. That didn't mean she wouldn't throw herself in front of any of them if danger came.
"I don't think even cinnamon could make that stuff drinkable," she laughed, making a slight face. She'd much rather talk about this than her duty. If she was honest, she was feeling the weight of her responsibility and the fact that it was just her here now. She couldn't shirk her duty. She wouldn't. But it was kind of lonely without Dimitri, without anyone who really understood.