[While Evelyn can't see the changes in expressions on his face, she can feel the humming of his body decreasing, smell the cloying, sickly-sweetness again. It's not Philip, but she wishes she knew what it was.]

...I'm glad you say that.

[Concentrating on the heat of the mug in her hands is much easier than admitting that she feels entirely unprepared for everything that Wonderland has to offer.]

I was beginning to worry that I was one of the few...well, everyone here seems so confident about tackling whatever this place throws at them.

[A sigh.]

And I'm not. You know, I was always telling people how much I wanted an adventure, and this isn't quite the adventure I was expecting.

[Nor is it the one she's really destined for, but let's not split hairs.]