[Alice wishes she had a better answer for him, honestly. He's clearly worried, despite his attempts at levity (which does get a small smile out of her, so it isn't a waste on his part even if it's not very good).]

My voice thanked me for all I've done, and told me I could have anything I wanted if I entered the flower. I want to believe it.

[The statement weighs heavily between them, given recent revelations.]

I don't think that I can.

I've never seen the flower before, but it pulsated like a Cwyldheart. I don't know if that similarity means anything, but it gives me pause.

[She sighs again, heavy with the weight of it all.]

I wish I'd dreamt of sheep.