She desperately needs to rest- no, she's rest enough. It feels like she has, and the vague hints of her nightmares and visions distress her further. She can relax, a little.

No, not really, she's not sure who she's looking for or the answers she's seeking other than to clear her mind once again. One's own mind shouldn't be so difficult to understand. She glances back at him, still not able to get back up in fear of stumbling again, she crosses her arms, trying to stay a little warm.

"I don't think you can help me, unfortunately. I often dream while I'm awake and wake up in strange places," She mutters in attempt to be reassuring to him, "But I'm not mad." Alice insists rather quickly.