Alice will stay for a few minutes longer, settled right next to him. Of course she finds herself leaning against his arm, slowly becoming more accustomed to doing so. It's more tentative baby steps for her, to show physical affection. A few years earlier, she wouldn't have made it this far. She has come a long way, a far cry from the little girl who would hide underneath her bed in the asylum in fear. She's tired and eventually she has to sleep. Alice will likely fall asleep crying over losing her sister, huddled underneath the covers of her bed and toy rabbit.

She hates to do so, but Alice slowly pulls away, standing back up with her arms huddled to herself for security, "I think I will retire for the evening, Mr. Maglor. I'm sorry."