As the golden carriage glided across the grassy plains, Alice stirred in her sleep.
A faint flicker crossed her brow, and her eyelids fluttered open. She blinked a few times, shaking off the last traces of sleep.
Pooella noticed the movement and gently brushed a stray lock of hair from the young girl's face.
"You're awake, little miss," Pooella said softly, her voice warm and comforting.
Alice yawned and stretched her arms, taking a moment to look around the carriage. Her eyes quickly found Reynold, who had already noticed that she was awake.
"Are you hungry?" Reynold asked, his tone calm, though there was a hint of care in his voice.
Still rubbing her eyes, Alice nodded sleepily.
Without a word, Reynold waved his hand and retrieved out a small pouch.
Opening it, he revealed a stash of snacks, something he had kept on hand for emergencies.
"Here," he said, offering the snacks to her. "You can have some of it."
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