I don't think either one of us are going to be comfortable letting you out of our sight.

[Alucard knows that if he's protective, Trevor's even more so. Hell, Trevor barely lets Alucard out of his sight most days, and that's been true since February and the pit and dying. They both agreed that if Sypha returned, then preventing her from dying at all was the priority.

His hand reaches downward and back a litle, not trying to catch Sypha's tail exactly, but it is within range for the thing to swing forward, land around his wrist, and not let go.]

My mother had a method for such things, although I'm afraid I don't remember them now. [That's said with a softer sigh, for the memory of what it was like watching the entire kitchen be packed into jars with a little bit of science and a lot of hard work and for the loss of that knowledge.] And I don't believe Trevor ever had that knowledge.

[The clearing around the castle changes as they continue. There's trees now, growing thicker and thicker as they walk through. But in that there is light, filtering down beautiful and brilliant onto the forest floor. A few remaining spots of snow reflect the light back.]

I forget how dearly this place clings to winter.