[In contrast, Sypha doesn't get much sleep that night. First she has to sneak back to the camp and into her tent without being seen, when it's already so close to morning. Then she has to clean herself up and actually go to sleep, scratching out what meager hours she can until the sun is up and it's time to get to work. No one has noticed the medical supplies that went missing, which is good; so much the better. She'll find a way to replace them while she's in the town today. Maybe someone will sell to her, against their better judgment, even if they know she is a Speaker.
But first, the matter of Dracula's son. When she's finished cleaning up and taking care of the morning's chores, she shoulders her pack and begins following the path into town, pausing only momentarily at the fork to hum before darting to the right and following it to look for the clearing.
She finds it, eventually; he was right about it being well-hidden. She also finds him, and — well, that looks disgusting and uncomfortable and possibly full of bugs. Hopefully there are no bugs because that would be Too Much.]
...Wake up, friend.
[Hopefully he'll wake to the sound of her voice, and she won't have to nudge him or toss water on him to accomplish it.]
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But first, the matter of Dracula's son. When she's finished cleaning up and taking care of the morning's chores, she shoulders her pack and begins following the path into town, pausing only momentarily at the fork to hum before darting to the right and following it to look for the clearing.
She finds it, eventually; he was right about it being well-hidden. She also finds him, and — well, that looks disgusting and uncomfortable and possibly full of bugs. Hopefully there are no bugs because that would be Too Much.]
...Wake up, friend.
[Hopefully he'll wake to the sound of her voice, and she won't have to nudge him or toss water on him to accomplish it.]