It's comfortable, moving Natasha's things into the right places. Even her weapons find a home in the tidy closet, and Alice can't help but wonder if she'll keep them once she's changed. Most vampires, even collectors, usually don't find a use for them, but somehow she thinks Natasha might be more stubborn about that than most vampires.

As Natasha looks over her shoulder, Alice watches her glance around the room, marking all the places where she's put her things, the bits and pieces of her life. She doesn't need Jasper's ability to see how much this means, how strange it is. She slips across the rug to take Natasha's hands, and spins herself inside them, tucking herself up against Natasha's side the way she does with Jasper. It's different with someone nearly her size, they're almost nose to nose when they're barefoot. "You're here now," she says softly. Natasha's eyes are green, she thinks. She's going to remember it. "You never have to do that again."