He taps at the door and pushes it open. He's made her chamomile tea and has the last of the berry cakes on the tray. Setting them down he smiles at her sadly but makes no move to touch her unless she allows it.
"Rest, Alice. I will be on the roof if you need me."
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Date: 2014-09-16 04:47 am (UTC)"Rest, Alice. I will be on the roof if you need me."