She breathed out only when he reacted, a sound of relief that was followed by a soft, nervous laugh at his humorous response. He wasn't angry, and he seemed, even, to consider it a viable idea, neither of which she had expected, but it was a great weight off of her chest that he didn't tell her no, outright. She needed to do something, and this seemed to be the safest course of action, that wouldn't involve Hama or endanger him in any way.
But as Etlza continued, her expression fell slightly, "No... No, Etzli..." Turning to him, Rosleigh reached out to give his hands a squeeze, shaking her head, "No. You mustn't pay for a thing. It cannot fall back on you. Not on any of you. That's why I need to raise the money. I have enough, but if I were to use everything in my purse, Father might be suspicious. It cannot be traced, and this is the only way I know of. Honestly, I was going to watch the climbers and hope for the best... it was just a bit of luck that Hama came along, and that you revealed his secret."
Shifting to watch again, she sighed, "...You think it would work, though? My hope is... if I can get out, if they think it was a kidnapping, then no blame can be placed, and in time, I can send word to Hama... that I am well." Privately, it was her hope that Hama would be able to join her, but she would never say it aloud... not when she knew what it would mean... Not when she knew what he'd have to give up.