Rosellia staggered through the rain, disorientated, confused and lost. It was truly an odd experience, the Tainted Blade was still copping with it's meat puppet. Being a living creature was complicated, difficult, there were so many things it had to deal with; hunger, thirst, sleep, strange urges, strange feelings. Living was frustrating at first, irritating, it didn't understand these revelations, it didn't want to have to deal with them, it was much simpler just being a blade. Unfortunately the reality wasn't so kind, this twist of fate that had been thrust upon it was something it had to deal with.

Rosellia's soaked frame dragged her true form behind her, gifted by the tainted blade with the ability to wield it properly, it didn't have to drag it, but it's meat puppet was lacking. It needed to eat, after a long time of wandering the woods to find civilization it arrived realizing Rosellia was hungry. It began searching for a place to eat, some place that had food, this need needed to be met. The Tainted Blade didn't understand the common sense of this strange world, of this other side, but it knew how food worked... It thought. Pushing her way into the tavern, Rosellia's robe was soaked down to her traveler's robe, her white hair matted to her skin from the rain water flushed flat against her face and back. Her bright golden eyes weren't concealed though as they drifted through the tavern, seeing only one other person.

With Madison being the only other person, Rosellia didn't have many options. With the Tainted Blade under her arm, she walked towards Madison with a faint smile. "Excuse me-- May I borrow this?" She spoke, trying to reach around Madison. The softness of her chest pressed to the woman's back, the warm wet feeling of her abundant chest pressed down against her as an arm reached over her shoulder. Despite asking politely the woman didn't wait for much of a response as she tried to lean down over Madison's shoulder. With no understanding of things like personal space or acceptable social behaviors, Rosellia tried to lean down and take a sip from the girl's mug.

If Madison didn't protest, she'd lean a bit further, trying to tip the girl's mug a bit further taking a big gulp, but upon realizing that the liquid wasn't the food it required, it didn't continue pillaging the poor girl's drink. Instead, as if disappointed Rosellia's brow furrowed. "Not food?" She asked, as if she didn't understand what food was. The deranged and demented response of someone who'd never eaten in their life time. The Tainted Blade had some knowledge, clearly not enough to adapt completely. It wanted to ask the woman about 'food' but at the same time, that would be the same as admitting that it wasn't what it seemed. While it was already obvious it didn't want to needlessly expose it's true identity any more then it already had.