Her legs were carrying her because it was necessary but Alice was tired of all the jobs she did, all the things she tried to forget what had happened the last couple of days. There were moments where she completely forgot but there were moments, when she was alone, when there was no one to distract her mind from going back and forth to what happened. It felt like the whole town of Era understood what had happened, the mood was a lot heavier than the day she arrived, three weeks ago. The clouds were heavy and gray and it wouldn't surprise her if it would rain. She also had the feeling she stood out with her orange coloured hair, that's probably the reason why people knew her name or had seen her face. Not only had she pretended to be a knight during an auction, she had also been hit quite hard on the temple and knocked out for a good few hours, "Come on Ophelia, a little bit faster, we're almost there." She tried to let the Cleffa walk by herself as she wanted but she wished it would go a little bit faster, the inn was not that far but it felt like it was pulling on her. Inside everything would be fine, that's what she promised herself even though she knew it wouldn't be true.
The idea that Lacie was around here made the conflict in herself about what to do worse than normal. She at first had been relieved, her dear sister had been there no matter what fights they had as children, however there had been some sort of dread that she had not understood at first, memories were still lost, there were pictures with an unclear surrounding but a vision of her and her sister. Something had happened, something very bad and it was Lacie her fault, if only Alice knew what it was it would be a lot easier.
Finally Ophelia had stepped inside the inn and Alice lifted her up, done with waiting and walking. The Cleffa didn't even complain as she walked past the main hall, said hello and entered the bar. She wasn't entirely sure if she would want to drink here, in her room or not drink at all but she could use some way to lighten her own mood, "Eh.. Savignon blanc please." The only thing she could remember from the name, she took the glass that was handed to her and turned around to find a possible seat. To her great relieve she saw Konstantin and the dark cloud in her mind, lightened up a little as she walked towards him with one question, "You mind company?"