Alice was surprised to see the comradarie amongst the traders and pirates of the port. This world... It was a very different picture from what had been painted for her, behind closed doors in elegant rooms. This was real and raw, bartering going on right in front of her. As always, she lingered by Victor's side, finding some sort of comfort in his tall, strong figure beside her. However much she may remember that he was her captor, she was also valuable to him. She knew that he would look after her if it came to danger. For some troubling reason, the thought of him caring made her heart seem to swell in her chest... But he didn't care about her - she must forget that sentimental notion. All he cared about was finishing his end-goals and letting her go back to her usual, pampered life.

The day was long, and her feet were sore by the end of it. She had to admit that she was slightly relieved to see the inn looming up at them. But before they got too close, Victor drew her aside. Once again, the feeling of her hand inside his thrilled her. And she decided - why not? Why not just let herself enjoy this? Once she went back to her father, it'd be back to boring old men, she'd get married to some boring old man, and have a boring old life. For now, this was exciting and new. No more guilt. No more overthinking. She didn't have anything to do with this situation, apart from being used as a bargaining chip.

At his surprising offer, she glanced down the road and then back to him. It was a very kind offer from a kidnapper. She smiled slightly. "Come along," she said. And this time, she slipped her hand around his forearm and walked with him down to the stalls. A couple she perused, until... A jewellery shop. A very interesting looking one, at that. Her father only allowed her to wear what he bought for her - and this was quite different from thin silver chains and elegant diamond bracelets. She picked up one necklace, a thin rope of black leather with a small silver charm. The charm itself was the profile of a flying bird, with an emerald for an eye. Something about it drew her toward it. Perhaps the fact that she'd always wanted to fly away from what her father wanted... He'd hate it. Which meant that it was perfect.

Turning to Victor, she held it up against her neck with a grin.