[There goes any hope that Alice could remember anything to help find out who did it. She hates to think about it, it gives her a headache each time.
And Alice will stubbornly insist that she will be fine despite her hands aching. The point is she can still grip.]
They will not find anyone at this rate.
[She gives an awkward shuffle, trying to push it out of her mind and go back to clasping her hands behind her back. All Alice can do is shake her head in gentle refusal. Being fret over like this is something she's not used to.
The same pace repeats itself, Alice shrinks away, gazing back up at him, finally. Tall men always make her nervous.]
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Date: 2014-04-07 07:56 pm (UTC)And Alice will stubbornly insist that she will be fine despite her hands aching. The point is she can still grip.]
They will not find anyone at this rate.
[She gives an awkward shuffle, trying to push it out of her mind and go back to clasping her hands behind her back. All Alice can do is shake her head in gentle refusal. Being fret over like this is something she's not used to.
The same pace repeats itself, Alice shrinks away, gazing back up at him, finally. Tall men always make her nervous.]
What rotten luck.