(The lady loves her will)
Rose was smart.
It was basically her defining feature, or so she thought.
She was smart, and no one could deny it.
And she liked being smart.
Being intelligent simply meant that she was capable of retaining, processing, and utilizing information in a way that was beneficial.
It was her contribution to the others.
She wasn't a poor fighter, no, but they weren't either. Still, she felt an overwhelming urge to just help, so she did, in the only way she knew how.
She guided them when they were blind or unsure, and steadied them when they stumbled.
She was the Seer, after all; she saw light where they saw dark hopelessness, and so she always pulled them through, because she couldn't bear to see that lost look in their eyes, that flat tone in their words.
They each reacted to hardship in different ways. Dave shut down. John freaked. Jade lashed out.
But Rose seized command of the situation and bent it to her will, because it was simply the best way to help.
So she made sure to stand out as much as she could and ran circles around the purportedly omniscient guy that always pestered her, because it was pretty much her way of making sure that they didn't have to deal with it.
They had so many problems already; she was their guiding light, their mother figure when they needed it and didn't know they needed it.
She was strong, because she shaped the world to her will in order to save them from themselves.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own. Here's the full rhyme, by the way.
The hart, he loves the high wood,
The hare, she loves the hill,
The knight, he loves his bright sword,
The lady loves her will.