[It's like luring the elf into some sort of trap. But she is actually irritated, if not stressed about what's occurred. He keeps popping into her mind, and she can't help but think what would be like if he were to appear.]

Dark magic. Alice used them against the enemy, but they could not be wholly contained. They leaked over. At one point-

[She stops. Turns her head away. And sighs, a long, drawn out sound.]

I am not all right, but you do not need my...whatever this is.