It's silly, she thinks, of course it is. He's just worried, as she is (for another someone). But he shouldn't be talking about her as much as he is, should he? But, she shouldn't be thinking of someone else either (though she refuses to admit she does at all).

Alice sits, unconsciously gnawing on her bottom lip as Cyrus prepares a fire, all the while going on about the Red Queen. She's not really listening though, she's grown quite tired of listening to Cyrus go on about the Queen. She'd rather talk about more important things: like how to rescue Will.

Will.

She wishes they would talk about Will instead, she tells herself they should be discussing how to save him (not how his eyes shine in the moonlight, no).

They should talk about Will, she thinks. They should discuss how stupid (yet, she's grateful for his stupidity) he is for using his last wish to save her life, when he too was dying. And now the idiot has been turned into a damn genie in the hands of Jafar.

What an idiot.

(Speaking of idiots) Cyrus laughs, bringing Alice back from her thoughts. She tries to grin and laugh along at whatever joke Cyrus has just made (she hasn't truly laughed in a while, though she won't admit it has anything to do with a certain Knave).

"She's quite nice, don't you think?" Cyrus beams. Alice grins truly this time; she's missed Cyrus looking at her like that. "Who?" She giggles.

"The Red Queen." He chuckles, oblivious to the fact that she hadn't been paying attention (it seems that Cyrus is very oblivious to anything that isn't the Queen these days).

Alice's smile falls and she turns to the fire. How the hell could he say that? After she's done, after keeping them apart, he thinks she's "quite nice"?

"Not really."

Cyrus gives what sounds like a strained chuckle. "C'mon Alice, she's not all that bad."

Alice has to bite her tongue in order to keep herself from replying (she's sure that if she opened her mouth, an argument would ensue and she isn't in the mood to argue).

"Anyway," Alice sighs. "We should discuss how we're going to get to Will." (She ignores the sudden shivers she gets when saying his name and blames it on the wind instead).

"Right." Cyrus responds and seems to have finally gotten back to what was important at the moment (Will is what's important to her at the moment). "Speaking of Will, did you know he and the Queen used to be together?" or not.

Alice sighs and lays down, not in the mood to listen to Cyrus go on about the queen again (neither is she in the mood to listen to a retelling of Will and Anastashia's past love life, for the mere thought of them being together gave her a stab of jealousy).

She closes her eyes for a moment; the only sound is the distant crackling of the flames and Cyrus' voice. Then she hears her name being called (by that oh so familiar voice) and Will walks up to her, a stupid (beautiful) grin on his face. She can't stop herself from grinning as she runs to him and he catches her in an embrace (being his arms makes her feel secure, something she won't admit to anyone).

"Will," his name escapes her lips as a content sigh.

But her content is only short lived before she is shaken awake by Cyrus (damn you Cyrus) who gazes at her with a raised eyebrows and a questioning look.

"What is it?" Alice asks groggily and urgently, immediately reaching for her weapon.

"Nothing, just…you said Will's name." Cyrus frowns. "What were you dreaming about?"

Alice frowns this time (hoping she's not blushing). "Nothing important." (of everything that is important to her).