[ Heightened sense of smell. Not the least common thing Alice had come across. She wrinkles her nose. Human bodies are gross, it's true. She's getting used to it again, but god, it sucks.

But it's the change in her voice that strikes a chord with Alice. Solitude. Loneliness. They seem the same, but they aren't. When Charlie died, Alice had wanted solitude so she could pretend the loneliness was under her control. Now, with her father dead... dead and not here for her to find and spend time with... ]

If I leave, it'll just be someone else next. So where will you go? There are humans everywhere here. Some of them might even try to hurt you.

[ Alice might've, but only as a niffin, as a creature of pure magical energy and a soul without its shade. As a human, she'll only hurt someone if she really has to. ]