[Alucard's not sure what expression his face makes at Sypha's words. He knows they're too kind, a reflection of who Sypha is and her birthright as a Speaker. Because she's still a Speaker, even if she has a home now. Even if she mostly travels with two idiots instead of an entire caravan.
His hands are heavy in hers. Those hands are warm too, and he squeezes gently.]
I will. Just...[Just not right now.
And somewhere there's a quiet pained noise that comes up with a laugh that really isn't.]
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His hands are heavy in hers. Those hands are warm too, and he squeezes gently.]
I will. Just...[Just not right now.
And somewhere there's a quiet pained noise that comes up with a laugh that really isn't.]
She'd adore you. That much I know.