[Granted, the perk to having Alucard opt to feed on the deer meant that, well, once they were sufficiently drained of blood, there was a lot of good meat left over for them to consume on their way back. But they make it home, and slowly but surely Trevor's concussion eases, and Sypha's exhaustion is mitigated by relaxation and repast. The sight of the castle in the distance proves to be a welcome one, and soon enough they're putting up the horses and leaving the wagon and collapsing inside for the blessed relief of just being home.
The part that's almost funny about the way she eventually notices Alucard's moody absences is that she actually picks up on them because of Trevor. Not because he points them out, no, but because she starts to realize that the balance of time she spends between the two of them is tilting toward Trevor, just by natural virtue of the fact that he's around and available more. And that soon lends itself to curiosity of where Alucard is getting off to and what's keeping him so long when he goes, until finally comes the day he's in the lab reshelving books and she wanders in to find him.
Trevor is napping, for once, and up until this point she'd been cuddled up with him. But now she comes downstairs with her hair tousled and a blanket wrapped around her, and it's tricky to make out from the way the blanket is draped, but the little flashes of bare leg underneath are more than enough to suggest she's still wearing whatever shirt of Alucard's she'd stolen to sleep in, not her usual skirt and shirt.]
Oh, you're in here. I thought you'd gone down to the Hold.
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The part that's almost funny about the way she eventually notices Alucard's moody absences is that she actually picks up on them because of Trevor. Not because he points them out, no, but because she starts to realize that the balance of time she spends between the two of them is tilting toward Trevor, just by natural virtue of the fact that he's around and available more. And that soon lends itself to curiosity of where Alucard is getting off to and what's keeping him so long when he goes, until finally comes the day he's in the lab reshelving books and she wanders in to find him.
Trevor is napping, for once, and up until this point she'd been cuddled up with him. But now she comes downstairs with her hair tousled and a blanket wrapped around her, and it's tricky to make out from the way the blanket is draped, but the little flashes of bare leg underneath are more than enough to suggest she's still wearing whatever shirt of Alucard's she'd stolen to sleep in, not her usual skirt and shirt.]
Oh, you're in here. I thought you'd gone down to the Hold.
[Presumably he had, but now here he is.]