Stitch in Time𓃒 𝐉. 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫

𝑋𝐼𝐼. 𝑃𝑖𝑐𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑠

Roselyn followed after a drunken Claire, blue eyes assessing anything that would be counted as dangerous and moving the older woman away from it.

"I fell for the oldest trick in the book," Claire muttered, hand coming up to rub her face as the two wandered the halls. "Ply the enemy with food and drink all the while continuing the interrogation."

Roselyn hummed out, her white hair cascading down her back as she pulled it out of her ponytail to let it roam free. "I could've guessed," she admitted, recalling how MacKenzie always had a question to ask.

"Let's just rest up, yeah?"

The two ventured back into their chambers, falling upon their bed after they took off the corsets and staring at the ceiling. Eventually, they had both fallen asleep - one easier than the other.

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The blue-eyed female squinted up at the shining sun as it glared down at her. A brunette woman following close behind, a smile on her face as she saw the content expression on her friend's face.

Roselyn's gaze fell upon Jamie's figure as he was in the middle of a corral with a white horse - getting it to go in circles. She watched from the fence, leaning against it as Claire held onto the basket that she brought along.

The horse calmed down, walking up to the human male, brown eyes staring at the person who was taking care of it. A clatter was heard, causing the horse to rear up in surprise and alarm.

Turns out, as Jamie whipped around to find out the source of it - Roselyn had ducked down to pick up whatever had fallen from the carelessness of Claire's basket.

Roselyn got up from the ground, blue eyes wide as she came to see Jamie on his knees right in front of her. It looked like the horse was going to trample him  but decided to run off instead.

"I'm so sorry about that," Claire apologised, Roselyn narrowing her eyes at the frustrated ginger who pulled himself up from the ground.

Jamie flung off the sling around his arm, breathing heavily as he watched the white-haired female step closer to Claire - putting herself in front of the man and her friend.

"She's just a girl with spirit is all."

Claire nodded her head, giving her attention to Rose as she slowly handed over the basket. "Are you alright to change his bandages? I wanna go see how Murtagh is feeling," she admitted.

Roselyn's smirk said it all. "Of course I'll be alright. How hard could it be?"

The two women stopped talking to each other as Claire waved goodbye to the two of them and headed back down the hill to find her companion.

The Australian faced Jamie once more and tilted her head as he now leant against the fence - staring at her.

"What can I do for you, Mistress Amana?" He teased, his own blue eyes locking with her's. The war veteran took in a deep breath and raised the basket to sit on the fence.

"Actually, it's the other way around, sir. It's what I can do for you and your miserable arm," Rose joked, earning a chuckle from the man in front of her. "It also appears that there has been lunch packed in here, so you get a meal too."

The man looked around him, a smile creeping up on his face as he tried to keep himself collected. "Aye," he agreed, turning around and walking in a direction Roselyn assumed meant to join in so she did.