digophelia: art by http://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=3648759 (These are the last steps)
Aʟɪᴄᴇ Pʟᴇᴀsᴀɴᴄᴇ Lɪᴅᴅᴇʟʟ ([personal profile] digophelia) wrote in [community profile] epidemiology 2016-01-10 06:17 am (UTC)

[ "My friend."

Being the humble person she is, she says nothing, dropping her gaze as she walks beside him to the ground beneath her. A moment later, Alice draws a bit of an exasperated sigh to hide the small burst of happiness after her refers her to a friend. She doesn't want to show him too much leniency, after all. ]


Oh, I'm plenty sure such a thing must be a guideline for a king like you.

[ Alice is nearly sarcastic to his teasing, pulling the blanket around her shoulders more firmly. He's odd in the fact he lets her take the lead, too, never allowing himself to pick a sense of direction. Come to think of it, did he? Was he really that much of a doormat? She didn't mind taking the lead, she was used to it and even felt like she had to sometimes to make up for being small and slender, otherwise, others would walk all over her. No one would mess with an attitude like hers.

And here, Alice pauses, still hesitant to let him into a few things. But she's certain that her fatigue will make her look ill. He was kind, but there was only so much she was comfortable with disclosing. ]


I'm used to cold when I'm not well; where I come from, it's very cold, most times. And rainy.

[ London could be terrible, it was a dreadful place to live. ]

I'm only a little ill, but I'll be fine. I won't be able to sleep with this fuss, anyway.

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