It is strange to think of myself as older, but it is the case.

[ She’s older than most humans, of course, but she’s not been around other races long enough to think about her age in comparison. Lauralae still considers herself a child at times: she knows so little of the world, is self taught in so many things, that her age sometimes slips away from her.

Trying to imagine what it is like to know someone of her own kin younger than her... It seems nonsensical but it’s true. Alucard seems older than she is.

She’s still tense, some heaviness in her shoulders, but she takes a deep breath. She tries to calm. ]

I have not spoken to another since I was very small. I do not know what to ask. To speak of.