Maddison's few assumptions didn't even come close to what the woman's condition was at the moment. Whether she was dead or alive was anyone's guess, by now it was practically a technicality where the answer was somewhere in between. Rosellia's body was perfectly alive by normal standards, no matter how one probed, how one searched she would just be an average girl with perhaps a few mental abnormalities and damage what one might guess at being a soul. The reality was though that her body was a tool, a vessel that, when damaged, could be repaired after a day like a car or a machine it wasn't hard to maintain and rebuild when it was broken or destroyed. The complicated methods of the Tainted Blade's Netherworld were mysterious in that respect.

Naturally though, being told what she'd tried was beer, she was disheartened. Her stomach rumbling against the girl's back making her answer clear. Though in regards to her condition, it was certainly not something so cliche, in truth, the Tainted Blade had seized it's current wielder after growing dissatisfied with other warriors throughout history. In the end, the blade decided to try and become it's own wielder and raise up it's own barer for a change. Upon acquiring the ability to understand the world around it, it began trying to move in that direction at least.

"Ah-- Thank you. It's been tough between traveling and finding ways to feed myself. It's just a little harder then I thought to be off all alone." She spoke, trying to slip into a chair beside Madison. Close enough to sit hip to hip with the woman. A small smile on her face as she thought a bit about how her world had changed so quickly that she had problems adapting.

Trying to wring out her hair, she swung it to one side, away from Madison to make sure the poor girl didn't get splashed, she was content despite still being wet from the rain. The feeling of being alive, of feeling the cloth against skin, of feeling the moisture in the air, seeing, hearing, tasting and touching was all refreshing that she didn't understand the burdens of dealing with it constantly. Unfortunately it was so interesting and new, she was constantly in awe and surprised, 'unique and interesting' were words she couldn't stop saying and thinking, the poor girl was practically enthralled.

Looking down at the sandwiches when they did happen to arrive though, Rosellia would glance up at Madison. As if questioning her in silence, she wasn't sure if it was food or not, she inquired with a curious gaze. The Tainted Blade wasn't naive or stupid, but it was a worthwhile question it believed. It couldn't risk it's body becoming damaged from it's own ignorance.