[ She would say that he does, if asked. Alice is still a stubborn girl, believing not sleeping will deter her from having nightmares. The lack of sleep is not helping her hallucinations, on the other hand. Alice stirs, pulling her face up from her knees, bleary-eyed and pale. ]

You look content.

Oh, no, Mr. Fëanáro hasn't been like that whatsoever.

[ She doesn't think so, but he is. ]

I don't want to slow anyone down.

And I doubt that your father will slow down on the account of us. He made that fairly clear.

[ Not that she's really angry over it; she's been keeping her distance. She's tired, sure, but she's always tired. ]

[ Even if she wants to, she still doubts he'll listen and Alice isn't the type to say anything. See? She's not tired, she shakes her head. ]

Then I would say that you underestimate us. I've already done my fair share of defending myself against those imps and anything that has crossed my path.

This is nothing.

[ It's freedom. It's overwhelming and daunting being thrusted in a new world, yet it is still freedom. To be locked away in a cell in Rutledge is worse than this. She suddenly has a face of someone who's seen a lot of things, cool and composed, even a little numb as she says it. There will always be worse things. ]

He gave me a fair warning and I keep it to heart. There are far worse things in this world.

[ She may easily be perceived as a cynical or overconfident youth as she speaks. There is still a naivete to her initial reaction to these situations themselves. ]

May I ask you something, Mr. Maglor? Do you doubt me?

You should not worry about us right now, if that is the case. I am sure he is traveling as much as the situation allows to see you. You need rest more than I do. I'm sure that he'll be happy to see you; he looked for his son at the feast, I'll have you know.

It is what parents do, Mr. Maglor, they will always worry for you, no matter what age.

[ Ah, yes, Feanor had bluntly stated he was dead, which is the last thing Alice wanted to here. The dead can come here and it has not stop making her nervous. She is oddly gentle about this, a son and a father get to see one another again and even as the words are not uttered, her impression is that it has been some time. Hardly ever optimistic, only for the sake of another, that's how Alice is. ]

He'll be happy to have you.

Mm.

[ At least he has a father, no matter how long it's been that he's seen him. She feels resentment for only a moment, before moving on. ]

Well, good.

I will be well, Mr. Maglor, I am more robust than I look.

Maybe.

[ Although, hold that thought for just a minute, because Alice has dropped her guard in this conversation. The ainsels are beings that frankly get on her nerves, especially how little patience she has for them. Not only does she bolt up from a surprise swarm, she, in turn, turns into one.

A flash of bright blue butterflies as Alice materializes back into shape, viciously swiping at them with her vorpal blade until she can relax again. So much for a small nap, that'll leave her on edge. ]