[ She doesn't. But the next day she's awake long enough to take a little solid food. She's groggy enough from painkillers that talking to her is a lost cause, but she can eat and only occasionally refers to Alucard as a beautiful golden sunshine man. As the days go by she becomes more coherent. Her name is Sypha, rather than Plague Lady.
It scares her, being in a strange place in a new country, separated from her people and in pain. Trevor stays with her most of the time, only leaving in the evening briefly on days when things are difficult for Alucard. Sometimes he is in his normal form, often he is moths. But he is there and he weaves.
It's when she's asleep one evening that he comes to sit with Alucard at supper again, laying a few thin cloths on the table. They're finely made but undyed, looking plain enough to anyone who doesn't put an immense amount of effort into studying curtains. ]
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It scares her, being in a strange place in a new country, separated from her people and in pain. Trevor stays with her most of the time, only leaving in the evening briefly on days when things are difficult for Alucard. Sometimes he is in his normal form, often he is moths. But he is there and he weaves.
It's when she's asleep one evening that he comes to sit with Alucard at supper again, laying a few thin cloths on the table. They're finely made but undyed, looking plain enough to anyone who doesn't put an immense amount of effort into studying curtains. ]
I'm- doing bartering.