Erin thinks: This one. I think you'll like her.

And Spring, the Waking Land, sayeth: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA -

Erin's Mantle, all sex and gunpowder, expands to include Alice. It's warm, like an April afternoon with just a hint of rain. Where it touches, all hurts and exhaustion are soothed, as if Alice has had all the time in the world to heal naturally, and when the aura fades Erin is smiling almost shyly.