Ravus arches a brow at the comment about bringing a man home in such a manner. Not because he gets what she means, but because he doesn't. There's no elaboration, though, and by the time he considers asking about it, Rosie is already being inadvisable. She teeters off, something about a garden and food, but Ravus is already at her side once again. This time he gently takes her by the elbow, and attempts steering her towards where he assumes the bedrooms might be in a small cottage similar to his own.

"Carrying you here was not on the condition you start putting yourself to work the second I set you down. Rest," he reiterates. Seems he was absolutely right not to leave her to her own devices after all. "Your garden is quite capable of growing on its own for a few days without you, and there is more than enough in the local food stores to supply you. I will bring you what you need, provided I do not find you collapsed on the floor when I return."