[That rouses her, a little. It's not enough to pull her back from the sticky strands of dreaming that have been wrapping around her like a web, but the word catches at her like a hook, less because of what it is in and of itself and more because of how he says it. Even half-asleep, even halfway to senseless, there's a part of Sypha that is resonant with Alucard, that knows to pay attention when it hears that rare tone of voice.]
...Where?
[She thinks that's the right answer, maybe. There's a fire somewhere. She lost track of it a while ago, or maybe it was only a minute ago, but it's there somewhere.
She blinks once, twice, with heavy lashes and eyelids that can barely stay open, and tilts her chin up just a little to try to find his face. Her gaze is unfocused and soft with sleep, but after a moment she seems to find him, and it registers that he's smiling.]
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...Where?
[She thinks that's the right answer, maybe. There's a fire somewhere. She lost track of it a while ago, or maybe it was only a minute ago, but it's there somewhere.
She blinks once, twice, with heavy lashes and eyelids that can barely stay open, and tilts her chin up just a little to try to find his face. Her gaze is unfocused and soft with sleep, but after a moment she seems to find him, and it registers that he's smiling.]