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Blinking, Alice watched the poor, bony creature--experiment, whatever he was--start tripping off more layers. With one hand still gripping the scarf, she reached out and took the sweater. It was soft between her fingertips. "You won't be cold?" she asked. It was bad enough the way he looked. She wouldn't want him freezing on top of that. But without waiting for a response she pulled it over. Instantly the warmth spread from her neck to her chest, arms, and top of her thighs. It was beyond big on her. While Isamu was tall and long and lean, Alice was only 5' 3", a baby dove compared to a hawk. She hugged it tight to her, smelling what must have been what Isamu smelled like--warm, minty, like a Christmas tree. Her eyes fluttered down as she soaked up the warmth but she fluttered them open she almost gasped.

His body...it looked like it was destroyed. His flesh was almost as transparent as her ghostly form. It was like someone sucked the soul out of his body. For the first time her eyes caught his tattoo, and from there a scar. A trailing scar. Could he be in any worse shape?

"Isn't it a bit late for that?" Alice smirked. Considering everything that's happened, it was impossible to not be part of his affairs. Or anyone's, for that matter. Living in the same place means you're close to everyone, whether you liked them or not. "I wish you could at least..eat. Can't I get you something? You can't go saving people without your strength."