I do not know if this is natural to this place or not.

[ There's a sound as someone across from them dances and sings and her head snaps up, sudden paranoia snapping at her heels. Her eyes flick here and there, desperately on edge and unsure, curling in on herself more like a startled animal than the elven woman she appears to be. Her eyes do not flash, at least, and she turns her head, longing for the hood to cover herself, to try and curl into the shadows and become nothing worth looking at.

Slowly, she turns to look at Alucard, letting her eyes drink him in. The two of them are more like night and day to look at them, opposites in appearance and the way they handle themselves. It must seem odd to anyone who might make note of them, for these two to be together, a wolf curled on their laps and a raven settled in her hair, wings shifting and flapping as he keeps watch for his mistress.

She is mine, his dark eyes seem to say, watching Alucard as much as he watches the room. ]

The world has always been strange like this to me. I cannot see if this is more unnatural as the world before I woke.