Rose was not like Roxy in the slightest besides a few common interests. The way she treated Dirk was how he presented himself: respectable, so she would respect him.

With the shard in hand and only one last torch to light. She, admittedly, couldn't help but let a snicker out under her breath at the Strider's not-so-elegant moves.

"I won't ask. I know you're alright," her voice chimed in before digging her soles into the soil.

Rose kneeled down and began the last bit. The strong sun beam began to focus and sizzle at the flameable broken straw and sticks in the torch. Once she heard that first crack of a burning cherry, she was stepping back. Still, she barely missed as the final torch lit itself into the sky.

As the three torches reached to the heavens, much like a drill of fire, there was a slight rumble. The skies above were almost ominous with their darkened clouds, that somehow never blocked out that damn harsh sun.

Figures.

"And here we are to face the inevitable battle ahead of us. Nothing much left to do until the creatures expose themselves after their dramatic world-changing entrance. That's rather cliche..."