Eric realizes right then that Rosita was obeying; a blanket order glamoured into her by that maker and he can't help but be angry on principle alone. That was a line that shouldn't be crossed. There were responsibilities.

He meets her gaze and holds it, nodding in understanding. "All right. We won't talk about that."

For her sake, he hopes temporary isn't very long. He can see what it's doing to her already.