"She'll be fine," Rose replied, stifling a yawn, "But you shouldn't have done that... if you can control it at all. And you definitely shouldn't have stolen." She looked out at the storm, and then sighed and said, "If I let you inside, please, will you leave what's mine alone? I have a home, but I don't have much money myself, so anything you take, I can't replace. I wouldn't even offer if I wasn't worried you'd catch your death in this."
She crossed her arms, and leaned against the wall, and rubbed her forehead with one hand. She didn't particularly trust the child anymore, because the last time she tried to help her, she almost lost the only material item she cared about, so she wasn't particularly keen on helping her a second time. The idea of letting the child inside made her ill, because she knew, she knew Valara wasn't trustworthy. She knew the little girl knew how to play the game, but it was raining, and she had nowhere to go, and Rose couldn't help having hope for the internal goodness of all people, no matter how buried it may be by situation or fear.
"But you have to promise, understand? You have to give me your word. No matter how little you have, you always still have your word. Breaking it is the worst thing you can do to yourself."