Lyssa had protested being left behind, in that silent way of hers, she remembered what happened last time her lady had left her behind, and didn't want to experience that again.
Honestly, Alice didn't want to experience it either, but just like when her eyes fell to ash, if she didn't go out, she never would.
Alice simply wanted to walk, walk as she had for months, but strangely hadn't for what felt like the same, walk in whichever direction the warming breath of Zephyrus would lead her. Alice walked until the Messenger of Spring's breath left her form. By the sounds Alice was in a park, a fake, but oh so real, smile graces the Blind Doll's face as Zephyrus danced betwixt branches, rustling grass and leaves as he did.
Alice, by luck or design was alone in the park, no kine about, as she tilted her head and listened to the sounds of the forest.