Alice blinked in confusion. So- What now? Picking up the pad of paper and pen. She settled back against the pillows. Designing more flowing robes. Something for those lovers who wanted a more whimsical night. Though the patterns under her hands changed again and again. Turning into something more akin to a costume. But then as Alice studied the fairy outfit, she did have that one client who [i]always[/i] paid top dollar for the flimsy little dresses. Giving a slight chuckles, the tailor knew if the woman couldn't afford it she would be able to later down the road. As a teacher, Clarice Willowbrook's income was tightly stretched but she made it work by plying a side job as model. The woman had the looks, Alice would admit.

But that was Mz. Willowbrook's situation and not her own. Frowning the raven haired woman, continued to sketch. So her wound had healed? And so quickly? Was this because of the night before? The blood she had- Alice covered her mouth as she paled. She had drank blood. Honest to goodness human blood. Like Liam. Did he infect her? Then why had the doctors not picked anything up? Was it unknown? So rare? Alice shivered, rubbing her arms to get back some warm into her veins. Perhaps this was all a misunderstanding or some horrible nightmare? As much as she would have liked to believe that, it wasn't likely. Alice closed her eyes as she scolded her panic. One thing at a time, after all. First she wanted to get home. Once there, she could... Do what? Figure this out? It seemed her only option. To move on and work out what was going on.