( Convinced that she'd wake up in her bed back at home, Alice has been avoiding the demand of sleep for the better half of the week. A few nights of puffing on Twig had her own mind splitting with an ache, which ultimately was what forced her to crash in the end. She can't say she feels like a million bucks when she wakes up, but she's also never owned that much money, so who was to say it didn't feel like being stomped on by a pair of horses.

She wasn't sure if she was happy to still be here or not. It meant this wasn't a dream, didn't it? She was certain she had no idea who she was with, either, or why the pair of them had woken up side-by-side in the same bed. But unlike her counterpart, uncomfortable next to her, Alice couldn't protest. He's handsome, she thinks, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as she adjusts onto her side to face him. )

There's a package on the table... I saw it earlier, I think it'll help.

( She lifts herself onto her palm, the other lifting to secure the covers over her chest- Oh, she's nude. That's not usually how sleep goes for her. Her cheeks darken in color at the implication, before she's manoeuvring off of the bed, sheet haphazardly wrapped around her tiny frame. Alice waddles to the aforementioned kit, retrieves it, and then returns with an unsexy flop back onto the mattress where she perches herself to start digging through the supplies. )

They really think of everything here, don't they? ... Ah-ha! ( Alice holds up a small bottle and shakes it, before she tosses it in his direction. ) If that doesn't help, apparently orgasms are a good natural painkiller, too.