Since she had time to spare aplenty, Sypha sat in the back of their covered wagon and flipped through the pages of an old tome, believing some 'light reading' was in order. She was very intrigued by this one.

No. She discovered it in the Belmont Hold, covered in a thick layer of dust, on a shelf in an obscure corner, hidden behind a book of magic spells for hair-growing.

Nonsense. It would be completely useless to Trevor, because he doesn't know how to read spells or do magic. Sypha, on the other hand—

No, no. Alucard misunderstood. She would learn that knowledge and use it on Trevor. . . someday.

N—not that she would know for certain what the future held in store for them. And if not Trevor, then she would use the knowledge on her boyfriend/husband one day !

That was very true. And Sypha was nothing if not a good friend! A friend in need was a friend indeed!

She would do that. Wait—

Confused Speaker noises—

"Such indecency! Vampires truly have no inhibitions. . . "

"It is not. It is merely the truth."

"Since Alucard has decided to expose his genitals to the public, /I/ shall concentrate on reading," Sypha muttered under her breath and buried her face in the Belmont tome.

"But, Trevor! You never know, it might come in handy one day!" Hehe, 'handy'. Hehe.

Sypha. Yes.

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She looped her arm through his and beamed, "𝘞𝘦 come back in March." Then she paused and frowned up at Trevor. "And that is a very vulgar word, Treffy."

"I...am glad to see Trevor smile more lately."

She was. . . very depressed as of late. And angry; a festering feeling that consumed her relentlessly. 𝙇𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙙. The memory left a bitter taste in her mouth. It made her sad. It made her eyes sting with the threat of fresh tears. Sypha closed her eyes.