Rosalind couldn't help the developing feelings she had for Clint despite all of her efforts. There were certain things that no amount of composure could hide - the subtle flush in the cheeks being one of them. Each time she thought of the archer she couldn't help but smile just a little bit more, and maybe she was aglow. That was for those around her to decide. Plus, the thrill of the hunt had much to do with her current mood as well. To cheat death, and to send a massive creature running. There weren't many who could say they did that successfully.
She, too, was still on alert in case another beast decided to launch an attack against them. Rosalind still had a few arrows left in her quiver, but she wasn't entirely sure if she'd be able hold off anything else with her arsenal. "I do hope to get better than I am currently." The question about Robert, however, made Rosalind shake her head. It wasn't a matter of whether or not she could talk him into taking up some sort of defense class, but more that she wanted to do something apart from him. They had grown (separately) since their arrival in this realm, and were not attached at the hip as they once were.
"Just me," she said with a sideways glance. "I think Robert would be more suited to rifles and the like." Besides, she enjoyed her time alone with Clint and she was sure that Killian caught hint of that fact with the way she smiled again.