Rosalie was waiting patiently, a stock of notes piled up in a tidy way. The blonde had spent the past month compilating all the information that was recorded about Thomas’ disease plus she has added notes of her own, obtained from her research. She was a bit nervous, despite of the fact that nothing wrong could happen today; no matter if the family agreed to her research or not she could study on her own although it was always preferable to have a close contact to check than to just theorize.
She recognized Jorah, and she assumed that the man besides of him was his father. The man was gesturing just in the opposite direction and Rosalie just waved shyly, an eyebrow raised. It was common for her to be mistaken from older people, to be precise he was pointing to a woman who was dressed in a way more opulent way than she was and that looked way older than Rosie.
“Thomas? And Mister Mesonero?? Over here!” she tried to say louder, although she had never been good at yelling in crowds
She recognized Jorah, and she assumed that the man besides of him was his father. The man was gesturing just in the opposite direction and Rosalie just waved shyly, an eyebrow raised. It was common for her to be mistaken from older people, to be precise he was pointing to a woman who was dressed in a way more opulent way than she was and that looked way older than Rosie.
“Thomas? And Mister Mesonero?? Over here!” she tried to say louder, although she had never been good at yelling in crowds
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