[ Sypha sighs again, smiling ruefully. She tried. She’s done as much ‘everyone be friends’-ing as she can stand, for now, and if Alucard doesn’t want to be around them any more than necessary, she can’t force him. The two of them sit in silence, staring at the cooling cup, until she retreats to the sole bedroll and Trevor retreats into being moths, sending one of them out through the keyhole to keep watch while the rest of them settle into the corner furthest from Alucard.
Trevor wakes about an hour before sunrise and wakes Sypha, who tears a chunk of bread from their loaf and offers it and a peice of dried meat to him. They don’t offer Alucard breakfast, this time. ]
Work’s starting. [ He says in between bites. Both of his eyes are that milky white, right now, and Sypha keeps having to nudge his arm slightly so the food actually goes in his mouth rather than missing it. His eye-moths are out scouting. ] They’re carrying books out from the church.
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Trevor wakes about an hour before sunrise and wakes Sypha, who tears a chunk of bread from their loaf and offers it and a peice of dried meat to him. They don’t offer Alucard breakfast, this time. ]
Work’s starting. [ He says in between bites. Both of his eyes are that milky white, right now, and Sypha keeps having to nudge his arm slightly so the food actually goes in his mouth rather than missing it. His eye-moths are out scouting. ] They’re carrying books out from the church.