[Presentation and fiddling with the apples are things for Alucard's hands to do. They are little tasks, but they help in these moments. He tucks the core aside for now - he'll eat that much as a wolf with his far more powerful jaws.

The same visions though? Alucard doesn't pause, but he does settle down into his spot beside the fire a little more slowly. It takes effort to keep his eyes on the flame rather than turn to the Witcher, and once seated, he doubles that effort.

Visions, returns, whatever it is, the concept sits ill at ease. For the past month or so, he's managed progress again. Oh, anger may sit just below the surface, but Alucard knows he can function most days. That makes a difference.

He does not reach for food. Not yet. Instead, he draws a sobering breath, tucking his knees up close and then leaning forward so his chin rests atop them.]

I am about to go against the unspoken agreement that this is built upon [whatever the nature of their relationship is, Alucard's decided that there is no correct label to it] And ask in very, very broad strokes if what has happened in these visions apply only to you, or if there has been a greater shift in your world.

I do this only because of my concern. And I do not want the particular personal details.