[There is precious little consolation in finding that the crack is not simply the dhampir seeing things. If it was, he might feel capable of shoving the memory that has surfaced back down, down, down, away and never to be recalled again. Such as it is, the most Alucard can do is scoot himself to the edge of the bed and extend his own leg to try and lock around Astarion's to keep him from getting closer.

That the gesture is redundant does not help.]

I don't know. Something I had forgotten about just. Surfaced. And now that.

[His eyes glance around for something to potentially poke the crack with. Nothing is long enough.]

Nothing's around that we could throw at it without marking the walls.