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[bythewaves]

My apologies for my absence
The wind may wander as it wills, and so betimes do I
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[bythewaves]

Maglor lets her go when she straightens, smiling a little. "There now my butterfly - dry your tears. All's well now. Shall we go in and break our fast?"

[digophelia]

Alice has finally calmed down and there are no more tears rolling down her pale cheeks. She doesn't respond like she usually would with a faithful response of yes or tails behind him. She can't describe it, she's been far too shaken by Maglor's actions and no matter how much she tells herself not to be upset with him, she is. It will subside after a night if she sleeps well.

There's guilt building up as Alice silently shakes her head "no". She cares for him, but it is unfortunate that this has triggered an old wound. Her throat raw from the hot air in Muspelheim, "I am sorry," She breaks her own silence, choosing to look at his feet, "But I am tired, I would like to rest."

[bythewaves]

Maglor only nods and gets up, offering his hand if she wants it. "Come then - get you to bed and I will make you supper. Something light, hm? And then you can rest."

[digophelia]

Alice nods softly in affirmation, turning on a heel to her room. It is just as she left it, even if it felt like she hadn't stepped foot in there in years. How befitting it is when she enters through the organized chaos with her drawings spread all over her old stuffed rabbit, and her dog sprawled on her back her father's eyes seem to glisten in the little light from the window in the portrait. She only stops, for a moment, with her boots and stockings off to gaze up at him and the rest of her family. She keeps them above her bed thinking that they will now watch over her sleep now.

She wishes she could have a verbal reassurance from her father, some sort of confirmation that he is fine with handing her off in the care of another, but it won't come, at least not when she's awake. Eventually, Alice is in her night gown and her own shawl, right underneath her family's portrait.

[bythewaves]

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."

[digophelia]

Alice doesn't make the motion to stop him, even if she turns to look at him. Alice will always be strict on not wasting food as they all know. She won't let it sit there even if her appetite has a history of plummeting when she's hungry. Alice silently comes to night stand to see what he placed there. Something of a soft smile comes to her lip as she sees it.

Berry cakes seem to be his trademark around here she's come to noticed. Already drained, Alice graciously finishes it along with the tea. Once she is done, she burrow underneath her covers, as always, with her stuffed rabbit and other toys with her all over the bed. It's childish, sure, but they're things of comfort and the rabbit means so much to her.

[bythewaves]

He comes in to collect the dishes later and smiles to see the bundle. For a little while, he sits and sings, low and sweet and soft, weaving gentle dreams of starlight on the waves for her before leaving. She never sleeps through the night, he knows, but he can grant a little rest, for a while.