[Okay, this is getting weird... She does look like she can't sleep, but there's something... more. Alice looked more like she was... haunted. Losing it. And that didn't make any sense after the last few weeks. She'd worried about that weird wind with the petals, sure, but so had Rikka. And maybe it was habit after everything, but Rikka trusted Mana would get them through, as she always did. That much had always satisfied the heiress, too.

So what was tearing Alice apart?]

That can't be all it is. You look terrible... Come inside, before you freeze out there. We can talk as long as you want.

[She reaches for Alice's hand, not bothering to ask first - one of the nice things about a relationship like theirs was that nobody thought ill of you for being forward. Not with Mana as a point of the triangle.]