[alia waits with her uncanny stillness, her patience that is beyond her flesh alone, though when homelander settles on the rock, she turns and flashes her own odd smile, eyes crinkling with pleased satisfaction.]

Often, through the winter. Save for last month, of course. [there's no grim gravitas in alia's voice, like there is with many others -- she had found a peace in february, cloistered away with paul and alina, staying warm and fed and safe. moreover, there had been peace in her mind, the teeming whisper of the sisterhood, of her ancestors finally silent.

cocking her head, birdlike, alia bares her teeth wider.] I simply prefer the lake. It is not so stingy with it's water as a bath.