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"I...am going to have to ask you not to do that." Alicia hearing bits of Rebbeca's flirting with her own daughter, tensed. Protective as a parent, and while it was more difficult to explain, protective of her friend too. She didn't want to enforce rules too heavily with her daughter and given how much fun she had messing with him, she was aware she sounded something like a hypocrite. Forcing a smile, she looked over to the blond trying to remedy the situation the best she could with words.The car ride had been uncomfortable, ever since Alice had started rubbing up her body against Alicia, the latter had been flustered and unfocused. Even just before the car ride, she had tried saying something, clearly wanting to talk with her daughter but the glance she had cast at Rebecca had quickly shut her up. Not that she could exactly go away so they could talk, not when they still were busy chasing the lich.
Rebecca wasn't quite sure how to feel herself, looking at the pair of women together had excited her, to the point she had to start reminding herself they were related. Alice, meanwhile, didn't seem to have noticed by the way she had to keep herself from bursting out laughing. In truth, Rebecca enjoyed that teasing aspect of the nun who had seemed so shy and repressed, wanted to encourage it... for many reasons. But maybe not with her own mother. "Alice," Rebecca purred, whispering loud enough for her mother to hear too, "if you're going to put another show like you did for the police officer, just remember that it's my turn." Her hand brushing gently up and down the younger nun's spine as she laughed as if they were just teasing. She leaned in closer, breathing lightly into Alice's ear for just the two of them. "Want to see for how long you'll let out sexy Alice to play, and how much you'll allow her to do this time around."
"Rebecca, you're lovely. Though, how do I put this...it's my hope that my daughter marries someone from our order. Not...that it's impossible. And the church actually doesn't have a problem with women together." She wondered why she needed to say it, but Alicia decided the best way to get the point across was to reach her arm across to the backseat, Rebbeca's face inching close as her palm stopped in front of it. It was easy to miss. Her palms looking mostly soft, though the lines and creases that remained still visible. It was faint, though now that she saw it, she couldn't unee it. While faded, on closer inspection, some of the palm lines, weren't actually palm lines at all.
Rebecca being the doctor she was, could recognize scarred tissue when she saw it. Burn marks. And also the faded whiteness that came with long time knife wounds. Not all the scarring from the lines matched the others, ranging from what even suggested acid burns at one point, but...eerie. All of them perfectly straight. No excess damage. Probably too controlled and measured even for a trained person to do with the kind of tools to replicate the pattern. But while the sources of what made the scarred lines were different, they all met parallel to form something like a cross, if not for it having two extra horizontal lines on the top and bottom. Alicia wasn't sure that Rebbeca would recognize the cross of Salem, but it forced the mother to blush for a moment recalling that day, but quickly washed away and her face replaced by concern when she recalled the moment it happened.
"Knights must take their oaths very seriously. I'm not sure how far the consequences go for ignoring the rules, but I didn't want to test them. Not...not...that there aren't ways around them..." Alicia's face went to looking ready to speculate, before forcing herself back into laughter looking at Alice. "But I'll just keep those to myself, so it doesn’t give you any ideas.”