[Just the idea of Venti saving anyone other than his own skin seems impossible to him. Then again, that’s a harsh assessment of someone he barely knows. The bard isn’t all that bad. After all, he’s a great lay–hm. Maybe he shouldn’t be thinking about that right now. He came here to see how Saya was doing, not think about boning the spoony bard again.]

Ah, that explains it then. [Judging from the sheer disbelief in his tone, Rosen is slowly beginning to realize that Nightwake is a very small town. He’s bound to bump into a couple of people he met before, including the little green gremlin in question.] I better make this visit scarce before that little fiend tries to get my goat.

[He’s joking, of course. Rosen quite likes it here and he’s in no hurry to leave. Nevertheless, he can’t help but look a bit confused by that sudden shift in Saya’s tone. Just what in the hells is going on here? Did he say something wrong?]

Ah, sure! I don’t mind a brief detour or two.

[He laughs in hopes of dispelling the sudden awkwardness between them. However, his laughter ceases once she says the following.]

Your species? Ah, right…you’re a little more than just fangs and claws.