Greet the "new" girl.

The one standing before you seems to be an elven woman. She has short, blue hair and cyan eyes. Her hair is braided and neatly groomed, and she's garbed in a flowing navy dress. On the bridge of her nose is a pair of glasses. Though, there's something off. You realize quickly that her skin doesn't seem as you'd expect. It has a smooth wooden texture, though more pale than Alice, which is why you didn't notice immediately. It makes sense as well, especially by the look of her eyes. Then it hits you. The one standing before you truly is Mela after all.

Coming up behind her are Laira, Mina, and Fava the pixie as well.

Meladarai Tlarthanil--a beautiful, fair elf who, to put it bluntly, appears far more of a nerd compared to one such as Amara or Nyllia. With her hair hair and glasses, and her bashfully expression as you stare, even with a body crafted, she looks incredibly cute. Her bright eyes stare at you for a lengthy moment of silence, and nobody else speaks, perhaps unsure of what to say. Finally, she takes a step forward. Then another. Before you know it, she's thrown herself into your arms, and you embrace her tight.

"M-Mela?" you mutter out. "Is that you?"

Though making the sounds of quiet sobbing, no tears run from her eyes. She looks up and slowly takes a step back again. "Yes." She nods. "It is I."

Fava grins from behind. "To make it up to you after everything, I took apart the body I usually use, gathered all the supplies I could, and along with Mina, we worked tirelessly to get this done already. Oh, Laira helped too, but we had to keep telling her to stop."

Mina looks to the ginger girl, who is dressed in her usual overalls. "She won't sleep unless you make her do it."

"Hey now." Laira scratches the back of her head nervously. "I woke up early, and I swear I got a really good sleep after uhm--Never mind. Anyway, I couldn't help myself when I saw what you guys were doing. That Fava though, she's brilliant. Mina too. They're real artificers. I'm more of a smithy, so I didn't do that much."

It may not be her original body, but it looks just like the portrait you saw back in the haunted house, albeit more doll-like with the material she's made from.

"How does it feel?" you ask.

"Oh Kyle!" she exclaims, once again hugging you tight. She seems to be overwhelmed by emotion. "I admit, it does not feel quite like having my body again. I am still dead, and I only possess this form, yet... unlike an ordinary object, I feel as if I am in control. Though, I am still getting the hang of it. I seem to be able to feel, at least somewhat. It is difficult to explain."

You run your hand down through her hair. Then with your other, you fix the glasses that have loosened down her nose. "That's amazing." Your eyes turn to the crafting squad. "You really did it. You made her dream come true. I'm sorry it took this long."

"Nonsense," says Laira. "You're the one who brought us together. You're the one who brought her here. It's like uh, what a leader does, right? You have no magical ability to just resurrect the dead or something. So you gathered people together, people who like you, and each other. I hope this makes sense."

Mela giggles and lets you go once more. "It does," she says with a turn back to them. "It truly does."

"Have you shown Alice?" you ask.

"Actually, yes," Fava says. "Amazing that you'd have a liberated creation of Elok right here, living alongside everyone else. She helped us in her own way, just by allowing me to inspect her closely."

"Maybe a little too closely," Laira adds.

"Does this count as creating a new ALICE?" you ponder aloud.

"Not really," Fava replies. "The body would just fall limp on the ground if she wasn't possessing it, just like how I was piloting the body around, before I dismantled it for this. Don't worry, by the way. I can get another one going for myself. Either way, making an actual sentient golem like an ALICE is far more advanced, and it would take a lot more time."

"We won't be doing that," you say. "It's not right. Even if we could, it wouldn't be fair to Alice. She's one of a kind."

Laira puts a hand to her lips and begins to giggle.

"What's so funny?" you ask.

She points, and you turn to see Alice herself standing not far behind.

Suddenly, she hurries over, and without saying anything, you can tell that if she could cry, just like Mela, she would. Then she wraps her arms around your back and hugs you tight. She nuzzles her head into your back and remains there.

"Ah. Sorry," you quickly reply. "Didn't mean to talk about you while you weren't here."

Mela smiles wide and hugs your front, sandwiching you between two golems. Well, not exactly, but close enough. Between a golem and a ghost is more accurate. Either way, you're unable to move, so you accept your fate and hope that these two potentially immortal beings do eventually release you from their grasp, or you may remain here for the rest of your days.