Alice smiled a bit. "You're not the only one with good ears. And you've seen my swords right? I've cut my hands open countless times on them when I first learned to use them. You either learn to take care of yourself or you bleed out." She paused and looked at her hand for a moment. "I used to have many scars. Each one a story." She paused a moment, lost in thought, before she quietly went back to work, finishing her up and rinsing one last time with alcohol.<br/><br/>Gently pressing the towel on her hand to soak up whatever was left, she nodded to her. "We'll need to bandage you up. Otherwise you'll just open up and bleed everywhere. That, and no more drinking tonight." She added with a light smirk, looking up into her eyes.<br/><br/>"Mind telling me what's going on with you?" She asked in a serious tone, both hands gently cupping her one.