She rubbed the front of her forehead, just above her nose. “No, I suppose that would be uncomfortable,” she said without missing a beat. “Alucard liked to sprawl on chairs and nap there.” The way she remembered those details made his loss even more fresh and painful, but she didn’t externalize any of her grief.
“They would get sick of it if they ate too much solid food,” remarked Integral while her eyes scrutinized the legitimacy of this information on his smiling face. He had to be joking. “Carry on. I forget you are able to breed somehow. My mind must have slipped these humane habits of yours.”