[ A few minutes later, Alice has cleaned up the mess, without too much of a fuss. She's dealt with sick children, so a sick, grown adult isn't that much different. That, and the honest filth that was Rutledge.
As soon as Alice steps back into the room, she sees Gin bundled up awkwardly. Alice lets out a small sigh. ]
Oh, honestly, you couldn't cover your feet?
[ She knows he's possibly passed out, though she still keeps talking to him, as Alice fusses over him, splaying another blanket over his feet. Well, it is cold. It's a usual switch, usually Alice preoccupies herself with the bed, but she has no real complaints about it.
After all, she has the awkward habit of sleeping under the bed, something she grew to do in the asylum and well into early adulthood. Should he be asleep, she'll leave him there. For now, Alice goes back to sewing. ]
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As soon as Alice steps back into the room, she sees Gin bundled up awkwardly. Alice lets out a small sigh. ]
Oh, honestly, you couldn't cover your feet?
[ She knows he's possibly passed out, though she still keeps talking to him, as Alice fusses over him, splaying another blanket over his feet. Well, it is cold. It's a usual switch, usually Alice preoccupies herself with the bed, but she has no real complaints about it.
After all, she has the awkward habit of sleeping under the bed, something she grew to do in the asylum and well into early adulthood. Should he be asleep, she'll leave him there. For now, Alice goes back to sewing. ]