She might not be able to see the flames, but the Wraith knows exactly when the lighter flickers to life. Alice keeps herself still. This is just the same as the candles. A flickering light in the darkness, nothing to worry about.
The Wraith's coils tighten, as it's tail flicks, restless.
At Henri's words understanding lights the Doll's face. Test, and trials. Alice nods a jerky awkward nod, "I can understand that Monsieur, I do something similar. But for different reasons."
"Nothing malicious, or accidental." Alice answers Henri's query. "More...of a lack. Knowledge, I mean. When it grows, evolves, strengthens....many things can happen." with her monstrous Blood, Alice is thankful that she only lost her eyes. "Yes. It was." and she leaves it at that.
"I was ready to." Alice admits. "We have a problem with arsonists. Those of my faith...ran towards the fire, while I stood frozen. I was terrified by their fervor." the sight of the farmhouse aflame, the screaming, the frenzy flash before her mind's eye before being replaced by the scent of fuel, the crunch of glass and plaster underfoot. "Then, the stars aligned. My eyes. My walk. And now I am as you see me." Entirely truthful while being as clear as mud.
"Now, when I was on my walk. It seems like Mister Maddox found his way to your door. But you, a new arrival is further learned then he is. But he's....well." Alice didn't want to get into her feeling on the Shadow Priscus by default. "How are you finding yourself?" Alice asks, willing to hear any reply he's give. Not wanting this conversation to be a one sided thing.