[She doesn't want to. Instinctively, she still tries to hold on, still wants to cling to the lifeline that is Alucard and his rescue, at least while they're still in close proximity to the necromancer's workshop — as though she still half expects to be sucked back down into its depths somehow, drawn back in and held captive again.
But no. Her car is here, her Alucard is here, and she needs to do as he says. He'll take care of it. He'll take care of her, like she took care of him back then.]
S'better than leaves and dirt...
[She says, as she slowly releases him and sinks into the blankets instead, burying her face in them and breathing in all the familiar scents of safety and security and home.]
M'tired.
[The adrenaline of their escape will wear off any moment, she knows. Better she warn him in advance, so he doesn't panic if she abruptly goes silent in the back.]
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But no. Her car is here, her Alucard is here, and she needs to do as he says. He'll take care of it. He'll take care of her, like she took care of him back then.]
S'better than leaves and dirt...
[She says, as she slowly releases him and sinks into the blankets instead, burying her face in them and breathing in all the familiar scents of safety and security and home.]
M'tired.
[The adrenaline of their escape will wear off any moment, she knows. Better she warn him in advance, so he doesn't panic if she abruptly goes silent in the back.]