There's a subtle release of tension from Aurelia's shoulder, the suspicion dropping out of her gaze for a quiet and blank acceptance. She considers the proposal in silence until they arrive at the inn, and begins sizing it up. She paces back and force a few times before turning to Rosie and speaking again, voice stripped of emotional nuance.

"I can handle that, but it will take some time. Three days of work for basic warding set ups. I'm unsure of the currency exchange here, if you'll accept barter though... I would accept your hospitality in exchange for the inn's defense".

She's leaving the idea open, but there's something slightly different about her attitude. Some quiet exhaustion that she's clearly forcing herself to endure. Perhaps her fights with the fae and mimics took more out of her than it looked.