The smiles fell from both Alice and Trannisa's faces. They looked at each other stoically for a long moment. Both of them taking sips from their beverages.
"You have something for me to do. How very odd." Alice stood and inhaled deeply. "You know I do not wish to leave."
"And you do not need to. Do not worry."
Alice narrowed her eyes. "And the moment you say that is the exact time to worry." She pursed her lips and thought for a moment, leaning on the back of the chair she had just vacated.
"And you believe that this will solidify her desire to truly be the Milana?"
Trannisa nodded. "I know it will."
Alice returned to her seat and grabbed a strong libation. Trannisa watched with a raided eyebrow and smirk on her lips.
"All you have to do is ask. You do not need to manipulate."
Trannisa scoffed. "Everything for her is tactile. She has to feel it to know it and believe it. Asking will just bring on more of this resentment she naturally festers for all things."