The Undying Star
A star? I wasn't even close to being something as beautiful. But... undying? Yes. I was. Since death never ever accepted me into its embrace. So what if I live this story to its end one more time? Just one last time. I want to feel it, living, rather than death. Only once. What awaits me at the end of this never-finished draft, I wonder... Is it the cure to my curse, or yet another rebirth?
A new home
As a group formed through the cooperation of many nations, The Revolutionary Army, The Resistance, was in possession of quite a lot of resources. From soldiers to food and shelter, they were provided with the basics, and in some cases, with even more. Hideouts and secured shelters were of the things the group was overflowing with, thus giving one away wouldn't affect them much in any way.
Such was Rosalyn's justification for agreeing to that bluehead's request, and she didn't want to consider if she appeared logical and acceptable enough with that or not.