Rosie shouldn't underestimate Azel. The man had no attachment or lingering feelings to this dimension. He didn't care about what happened, so he could have refused because he didn't want to get involved in the huge mess that was about to come soon.
Rosie started to get sleepy waiting for Azel. The blood infusion in the man's hand was still half left. The clock on the wall didn't show dinner time either. It was still very long, but Azel looked serious.
Rosie's head bumped in the air from both boredom and sleepiness. She turned to Aslan who had yet to get any explanation from Harris or her. Rosie drew closer to Azel. She waved her hand in front of Azel's face and when the mam didn't respond, she walked very slowly to approach her husband.
Rosie put her index finger to her lips to stop Aslan from speaking. They moved away from the door. Sitting on the steps like she did when she spoke to Harris earlier.
