But after a moment or two of silence, there's a realisation that hits her like a truck. She looks up, over at Crowley, only hesitating for a moment by chewing on her lower lip before speaking.
"My rabbit." Not a real rabbit, of course. She means the old, worn-out stuffed rabbit plush that she's always got in her room. "Can you.. get it here somehow?" He can make things appear out of nowhere, after all. It's not too much to hope that he could then also pull an item from across the train, right?
Especially since Alice knows it's the one thing that comforts and calms her down the most. And while allowing that to comfort her would usually embarrass her way too much in front of others, she trusts Crowley on such a deep level that he's one of the few people she could ask for this.
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But after a moment or two of silence, there's a realisation that hits her like a truck. She looks up, over at Crowley, only hesitating for a moment by chewing on her lower lip before speaking.
"My rabbit." Not a real rabbit, of course. She means the old, worn-out stuffed rabbit plush that she's always got in her room. "Can you.. get it here somehow?" He can make things appear out of nowhere, after all. It's not too much to hope that he could then also pull an item from across the train, right?
Especially since Alice knows it's the one thing that comforts and calms her down the most. And while allowing that to comfort her would usually embarrass her way too much in front of others, she trusts Crowley on such a deep level that he's one of the few people she could ask for this.