[That unsteadiness is scary. But it is a sign too, a sign that this may very well be over and done. Alucard is not fully convinced. Won't be until the sun is down. But they can be home so very soon, and they will know.
(The house has no food. They'll need all of it for Trevor, for himself, for Sypha, because they have all barely looked after themselves.)
The softness goes unremarked upon. He is grateful for it.]
Mmm. It'll be too warm to use too many blankets when we're home.
[It is May now, there are no frosty mornings. Just cool ones, blossoming into beautiful spring air. Promise of summer on the wind.]
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(The house has no food. They'll need all of it for Trevor, for himself, for Sypha, because they have all barely looked after themselves.)
The softness goes unremarked upon. He is grateful for it.]
Mmm. It'll be too warm to use too many blankets when we're home.
[It is May now, there are no frosty mornings. Just cool ones, blossoming into beautiful spring air. Promise of summer on the wind.]