Alice couldn't help herself, she was blushing. Compliments didn't come her way often, not outside her beauty. To be called strong from Iris, of all people, meant a lot. It meant she was worth more than what people gave her credit for. Straight from the horse's - er, wolf's - mouth: Alice was strong.
"I try to be, I suppose," she said, her eyes following her drawing that Iris was restudying. "You wouldn't like her," she commented, referring to The Red Queen. "The Queen of Hearts, if you could believe she ever had one - she's awful. So disrespectful to her people, nothing like Gudrun."