[Alicia is content with the distance between her and the stranger.
But that doesn't mean that her eye doesn't linger on the bloody thorns in this being's head or the iris that protrudes from their chest. It's striking in a horrific kind of way, beautiful but tragic all the same. What Alicia would give to trade her ugly scarring for something more physically striking and awe-inspiring. Maybe then others would feel more inspired by her presence, not just burdened with sorrow at the sight of it.
She eyes the bloom in their hands, wondering what they intend to do with it.]
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But that doesn't mean that her eye doesn't linger on the bloody thorns in this being's head or the iris that protrudes from their chest. It's striking in a horrific kind of way, beautiful but tragic all the same. What Alicia would give to trade her ugly scarring for something more physically striking and awe-inspiring. Maybe then others would feel more inspired by her presence, not just burdened with sorrow at the sight of it.
She eyes the bloom in their hands, wondering what they intend to do with it.]