Alice hesitated slightly at the mention of 'sick leave'. She had always worked through her own illness- only those that she truly could not work through laid her up in bed. Even then she often got a sketch or two of a new idea. Not very good ones, but it was something. Better than nothing as Alice thought. Looking about the tailor bit her lip unsure if Liza could afford it. "Are you sure?" In all honesty she was regretting the offer to learn how to fight. That more than anything was scaring her.

But she nodded weakly. Not wanting to offend her host and current protector. So she went about her usual routine before bed, pressing a lovely scarf into Liza's hands as thanks. It was something she had made a few years ago, but it was soft and thick. Perfect for the weather of New York City. Settling herself into the bed, Alice found sleep was elusive as fear traced up and down her spine but she managed after a time.