Emlyn knew having the documents ready would bring forth a response if he did not mention it first. However, it was a gamble whether or not it would be before or after their meal. With it coming before, it gave it time to be processed and packaged away, which was certainly something that Emlyn wanted. Thus, he set down his wine glass and folded his fingers together. "It's the report and analysis that some of my employees were able to compile on the sight in which you were dragged in to our world," Emlyn said, masterfully beginning to put on the act of pretending to apologetically and remorsefully deliver bad news slowly. He picked up the folder the documents were in and handed them over to Alice, before he continued to speak. "From what they could tell, the cultists were specifically after a source of energy. The spell they used had small little caveats to it that I assume they did not even realize, and thus, when cast, ended up bring your wholly through it, instead of just siphoning off your mana."<br/><br/>Emlyn paused for a moment, allowing Alice to read the document for a bit to confirm what he was saying. He didn't need to rehearse it, he was simply rewording what he was told earlier. The data would match up with what he was saying, even in such a simple format. "The spell was a unique one, to say the least. And, though my men are still working on figuring out exactly how it worked, I am sorry to say that they are confident that it could not simply be reversed, much less safely. With the fact that the world you come from was quite literally unheard of until your arrival, I currently do not have the resources to be able to send you back, if there is a way to from here at all. I am sure you have friends or family that could purchase a divinier's skills. Perhaps once you are scried upon in this world, someone could form the bridge for your safe return." It was a slight gamble, but from the little they spoke of her world, Emlyn was confident that, even if magic was present, it was in such a minuscule amount that bringing her back was well out of their grasp if the concept even existed. Either way, feigning ignorance was a better way to go about this, Emlyn felt. It gave him plausible deniability when the inevitable tears came with the realization that she was never going to be able to return home, and thus allowed him to be the shoulder in which she cried on.<br/><br/>It seemed the chef had been waiting for the conversation -as well as Alice's reading of the documents- was over, for when both were done, he set a plate filled with an entree of what appeared to be a tuna roll with caviar in front of both, and a warm, orange soup with noodles and chicken piled in the center of it, held there by what looked to be living vines that spiraled upward for a few inches was placed to the side of either plate. The chef bowed and returned to the kitchen, continuing the rest of the meal. Emlyn did not dig in right away, he simply waited to see what Alice's reaction would be to the news she just received. With the extended meal waiting for them, he wanted to see just how long she would stay in a state of inconsolability and how long he would have when she would leave that state and enter one of vulnerability.