You don't need to light it on my account. You don't...have to go to such lengths, just for me.

[Her attention is immediately drawn to the stuffed animals, though, just because their presence is somehow so incongruous with the rest of the room — the furnishings stylish and fashionable, yet littered with things that speak of youth and innocence. If she were a little braver, she'd go over and pick the wolf up, give it a soft squeeze to her chest.

She's not, so she stays where she is, and nudges Alucard lightly toward the bed.]

Go lie back down. You really should not be up; I'll help you get settled in again.