[Sadrain]

December 14th, Chicago. Sewer #17. Outpost.

Aiolia's brows furrowed and she stared up at him, with a little guilty and angry, but more like worried expression. "Alice..." Aiolia began, unsure how to convey her message. She had thought about it all drive long and still had not found the correct way. Realizing that the wait was making everything only worse, the girl decided to simply 'spit out', as it was.

"Someone has cut Achilles tendons in her legs, they can't support her weight nor she can walk. However, doctors are pretty sure they can fix it. I am heading to Surface to gather medicine for her and some extras of other meds." There. The cat was out of the bag, and Aiolia mentally cringed, at what could come. "She will be fine, I promise. Elek won't let this pass unattended. After a year, she should be walking already. So the doc said." She reached to take his hand, but then pulled back, not wanting to invade his private space more. "I... I didn't want to tell you, until we're sure all will be fine. But... It's only fair if you do. You love her."

"More than all your friends put together," she added mentally, but kept the bitter comment away. For now. There was another reason why Aiolia couldn't keep quiet about these news - Elek would be disappointed, although would understand her point.

Leila's eyebrows arched, at what she heard. This Alice had to be the white haired girl. But who had done such a thing to her? That sounded worse than most of her tormenting poisons, because they at least finished with pain relieving death. And as she had guessed, Alice was indeed dear to Amante. Intriguing...