[ It happens so quickly, she has no time to react whatsoever. Her mind is trying to replay the events that led up to her falling. She wasn't sure, at first, she was sure that she was falling back into the rabbit hole until the impact of being caught by Sion brought her back into reality. It's odd; she's had blood of others against her skin and remembered how warm it was. But it was odder to find herself bleeding so profusely, how warm her blood was crawling up against her skin as it trickled upward against her neck. Not once did Alice wince or cry in pain, she only stared blankly above at the dragon, in silence.
He had hit her. Alice tried to remember how it all happened and what she could have done to avoid it. She could hear everything, she could hear Sion's voice and was finding it difficult to maintain consciousness with how deep the laceration was. Oh. She was still lying there, he was holding her. She cringed, of course, but couldn't bring herself to lash out to Sion once her green eyes finally turned her gaze to him. She was so struck by his expression and the single tear falling down his cheek, even in the midst the chaos, losing sight of Aisha and Caren altogether. ]
You're crying?
[ She couldn't understand it for the life of her. Why was he crying? The last time she saw anyone cry over her, her mother and father, that night so long ago. She would have said that she barely held her ground, she barely did anything to help and only made the situation worse. With the wound closing and Alice not finding herself losing consciousness, she didn't want to stay laying in his lap for long. Against her better judgment, Alice just wanted to get back up on her feet, quick as possible and found herself starting to squirm, trying to sit up.
She couldn't retaliate violently as she had done so many times before. He was crying, after all. How could she be angry at him after that? They had to move, they had to get back up before something else happened. Alice would say she suffered worse than this cut, so she did what she could to get back up, despite reeling from the injury still. ]
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He had hit her. Alice tried to remember how it all happened and what she could have done to avoid it. She could hear everything, she could hear Sion's voice and was finding it difficult to maintain consciousness with how deep the laceration was. Oh. She was still lying there, he was holding her. She cringed, of course, but couldn't bring herself to lash out to Sion once her green eyes finally turned her gaze to him. She was so struck by his expression and the single tear falling down his cheek, even in the midst the chaos, losing sight of Aisha and Caren altogether. ]
You're crying?
[ She couldn't understand it for the life of her. Why was he crying? The last time she saw anyone cry over her, her mother and father, that night so long ago. She would have said that she barely held her ground, she barely did anything to help and only made the situation worse. With the wound closing and Alice not finding herself losing consciousness, she didn't want to stay laying in his lap for long. Against her better judgment, Alice just wanted to get back up on her feet, quick as possible and found herself starting to squirm, trying to sit up.
She couldn't retaliate violently as she had done so many times before. He was crying, after all. How could she be angry at him after that? They had to move, they had to get back up before something else happened. Alice would say she suffered worse than this cut, so she did what she could to get back up, despite reeling from the injury still. ]