Charlie eyes Alice with concern evident. She's not one to show emotions often, unless it's people she cares for, and Alice is absolutely one of those people. Running her hand along her own arm, fingers brushing over a wicked scar on the back of it, she seems lost in thought. Assessing the situation, she's determined Alice doesn't have blood poisoning.

Listen, okay. She once stole an apple from a pig in a very gross enclosure. There was a barbed wire fence and a mad dash under said fence to get away. Charlie got cut. Charlie got very sick. Charlie almost died. Wild as this first concern may be, she has her reasoning.


"How about a half a sandwich? Like...a cheese sandwich, to start? To go with the soup. And we'll see how you do with that, okay?"