[ For now, she would likely not budge or retreat from her pile of blankets until they left and she couldn't see them. She would do so as many times as she could, until she knew it was going to be at least safe to. As tired as she is, she simply can't go back to sleep, so Alice lies there, listening. ]
Alice Liddell.
[ Smoothly underneath the blankets, despite how tired he is. She's almost tempted to ask him why anyone would name their son "Gilgamesh". What an odd name. ]
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Alice Liddell.
[ Smoothly underneath the blankets, despite how tired he is. She's almost tempted to ask him why anyone would name their son "Gilgamesh". What an odd name. ]