Alice cringed as she had been a tad foolish, perhaps more than a mere tad, to ask such in public. Liza was very right on that account. But the answer. It chilled her and she felt a sharp pain at the knowledge that she would watch those she cared about dwindle and die. Her eyes dropped to her lap as her fingers interlaceds thoughtlessly with each other. A sorrowful and partly terrified look. For what would she do with eternity? Fashion had always been her passion. But to do it forever?

Was it blessing or curse? She could watch her beloved shop fall, disappear into time, then come back. There was some comfort in that, thought it was not the comfort she wanted. Waiting that long. It irked her and her fingers itched and trembled as she sought some form of her passionate craft. "Forever." She whispsered, before falling into silence. Nodding her head slightly to Liza, the poor tailor properly chastened for her lack of thought. Alice glanced over at Liza with apology in her eyes, before glancing out the window as she waited to arrive.