[Alucard knows the smell of a dying fire in the fireplace well enough. On a long, cold night, it isn't welcome. On a warmer one, out in the desert and under the stars, it is only a sign to rest. The scent should not be present in the middle of the day, far from where the Lunae-folk are working and there's no one else to...

oh.

He has the good manners to stand up, comfortable as the ground is.]

I did not mean to interrupt the course of your work with idle thoughts. My apologies.

[The dhampir is well aware he's kept his distance from the other deities who are now technically his peers, even if he doesn't wish to engage in that line of thought. Truth be told, now he just feels awkward, wanting to be polite and respectful and offer outs while realizing that perhaps yes, perspective might be needed.]

You're not under any obligation to offer answers, unless you wish to. Most of what I ruminate on these days is more akin to wondering how much self-regulation is possible among those still adjusting to long lifsespans.