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[ Others would deem it far from being uncomforting, Alice was used to being overlooked. In Rutledge, the solution to this would be much more gruesome and cruel treatments for Alice to overcome a panic attack. The outpouring, as sweet as it was, was unusual and Alice felt undeserving. It allows her to have a breather for a minute to regain her composure. Her chest is still aching, sore from everything that has happened.

Her body can't move that very far, so it'll be a struggle going back inside. She nods.

She nods because she agrees. She has found every aspect of this frustrating and it had finally mounted up to her breaking down in front of the Outsider. She just needs to breathe.

Nodding, Alice pulls her head back up with her hand resting over her chest as if that was going to keep the shard in her chest. ]

That sounds so... unproductive.

[ He got it, he understood how that was frustrating and it sounds like it was worse. ]

Then all of this sounds like a fool's errand. If it is not to much, may I ask you something?

[ She is not the first broken, beaten prisoner he has come to. She will not be the last. It is often the desperate, the wounded who turn to him -- those abused by power, those who would see it cease to abuse. He was one of them, once, a very long time ago. ]

We were able to discover the information about his heart. That, at least, was- somewhat useful.

[ Hopefully more than somewhat. ]

Of course, my dear.

[ Does it count as a prayer? She tries not to think of it that way, she sees it as talking to a friend. But if she asked the Cheshire Cat the same thing, she isn't sure that he would comply. So it's worth asking. ]

My friend... I have not heard from him and I fear for him. Sir Lancelot... well- he's called "Berserker", I know he asks to be called that.

[ Alice wipes her tears, attempting to get back on her feet with a little wobble. ]

I worry for him, since he was there on Death's Altar, too. Please... if it is possible, will you watch out for him?

The man who spoke of the Sisterhood. I recall him.

[ He has not spoken to him since, though the Outsider remembers seeing him on the battlefield outside Maupertius. ]

I will, if I can.

[ Because she asked. ]

[ That's good enough for her; out of everyone her, she worried about him most of all. Of course he would insist he would be fine and that these were his duties.

Too bad both of them were so literal that they mutually ignored those things. ]

Thank you.

[ That at least allows her to breathe. ]

And I will continue bringing you more bones and charms.

I could teach you a few simple runes, should you wish. You could carve your own.

[ Something to keep her busy, something to make her feel useful. ]

Really?

[ A distraction would be lovely; Alice isn't too crazy about being alone with her thoughts right now. ]

Yes. You can likely find others in various books, as well -- perhaps you will create charms that most do not think of.

They are for minor magics, but even that can be quite helpful. [ See: not getting eaten by rats every time you come to visit. ] It depends on how they are used.

[ It's another thing she can tack onto her research while being stuck here. In a moment of childish resentment, Alice feels as if she has already given the brush off and given minor things to do while she waits for the others.

So far, the Outsider seems to have calmed her again and it feels more like than just busy work. It's something she can use for her own benefit and others. Still, when would she worry about the rats? He likes her, doesn't he? ]

I will do this for you.

[ He likes her. The rats that live in his room don't really care who he likes. ]

Do it instead for yourself, my dear.

[ "Do it for yourself."

She's spent most of her time in Drabwurld throwing down what she does to join in and help others. Most of Alice's actions consisted in aiding others. The concept shouldn't be so foreign to her, but it is.

She'll continue doing what she does to aid her friends. She's too tired to argue. ]

Of course.

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