[She's not actually shushing him or seeking to halt his commentary; it's more of a soothing, pacifying noise, offered in response to the contentment she can see in Alucard's expression. Acknowledgement. Approval.]
Day after day, the prince went far into the forest to hear the nightingale singing, but one day he took ill, and grew very sick. He was so sick that he could not even get out of bed, and his illness lasted for days and days.
[She runs the pad of her thumb over Alucard's lower lip.]
As the days went on, the little prince grew sadder and sadder, confined as he was to his bed. And one day, the king asked him if there were anything, anything in the world, that could make him happy. And the prince said, "I wish I could go into the forest again, and hear the nightingale singing."
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[She's not actually shushing him or seeking to halt his commentary; it's more of a soothing, pacifying noise, offered in response to the contentment she can see in Alucard's expression. Acknowledgement. Approval.]
Day after day, the prince went far into the forest to hear the nightingale singing, but one day he took ill, and grew very sick. He was so sick that he could not even get out of bed, and his illness lasted for days and days.
[She runs the pad of her thumb over Alucard's lower lip.]
As the days went on, the little prince grew sadder and sadder, confined as he was to his bed. And one day, the king asked him if there were anything, anything in the world, that could make him happy. And the prince said, "I wish I could go into the forest again, and hear the nightingale singing."