Rhea looked towards the dark magic wielder. He was just as much of a cocky ass as their captive, but he was ultimately strong, and willing. With a small sigh, Rhea sheathed her whips, keeping her gauntlets on. She stood up fully, confidently, and started to walk forward. Before she did though, she noticed how the darkness wielder had lingered on the girl with blue eyes, and she felt like gagging. 

[I]Romance? Already? First he tries to kill someone, now he's all starstruck. What a creep. Albeit a successful creep.[/I] With a roll of her eyes, she caught up with the dark wielder and the blue eyed lady. She looked at them, her expression blank. "[Color=Lightblue]I don't know how you like to function. I do know that you like to lead though, so as long as you stick to my directions, you can command. Just until we get out of here. I can help you, and I'll make a good follower. For now. As for you, lady friend. I don't care about how we interact.[/color]" She started to recall her map that she had made in the dirt, although she had veered to the left, she knew it was the same idea. 

She waited patiently for a response, her hands feeling like small weights under her gauntlets. She didn't hate the accessory, and excepted it as her sign of power. She wondered what others thought about them, and the thought made her tune out. She forgot about the dark wielder and sighed, her rapid thoughts taking over. "[Color=Lightblue]If you need gauntlets to wield, who found this out? Did people keep dying? Or was it just fashionable and it worked. What if I took off my gauntlets?[/color]" She muttered, talking to no one but herself.