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Yes. Reynard seems to be stirring things up, making a great deal of excitement -- I would rather like to see what the fuss is about.

[ His hand tightens on hers for a moment. Unlike last time, this time she'll feel a faint itching on the back of her hand and see a glow -- there's a Mark this time, one that will last until the world strips her of the powers she's been given. Two, for now, unless she makes or finds runes of her own: Blood Thirsty once more, as well as Vitality.

This time, he also pulls his hand back rather quickly in case she decides to try and stab him for the surprise. ]

[digophelia]

[ That took longer than she thought it would initially. Alice now has both of her hands to notice the glow. It dissipates into that stranger mark, almost etching into her pale skin. Suddenly, there's a feeling of dread.

Alice's consciousness asking her what she had done.

She can't forgive herself for sitting there. She had to be carried off and Alice still can't shake the vision of Alyosha falling and Lancelot's injuries. A knot in her stomach unwinds and finally, Alice speaks. ]

I know. And I would like to see him pay for it.

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[ His Mark. His, and there's a feeling of satisfaction there, to see it on someone else's skin. His gifts to her will fade, as is their nature in this world, but she is His now. ]

To the battlefield, then.

[ Ah- but first. A bone charm is pulled out, offered to her. ]

This will make all rats fond of you; mine will not seek you out to devour you as long as you carry it.

[digophelia]

[ She doesn't ask him about that, as much as she wants to. Maybe another time, when she can understand more of it. What matters is that Alice won't be eating alive by rats. Now that would be a pitiful death. It's placed in one of the pockets in her apron as she twitches her hands to remember that her weapons are still with her. He can come if he likes, Alice isn't expecting him to join in. She saunters on her feet, turning on a heel to seek out a fairy ring. ]

Very well.