[Alucard nods once, taking the grace afforded him in the topic of Geralt's misadventure to...whatever. He never asked what happened, and he was never told. Alucard suspects he was no particular great help. All he did was save an extra trip to the desert for Jaskier and Ciri.

A grim smile follows.] Yes, that's true. The impersonal dead, such as it is. But they deserve that care.

[It is selfish to use people he doesn't know for his own benefit, but at least the graveyard stays up and running. Better that than stones that fall away into nothing.]

I've not decided. Last time it was a year, but also to buy myself some time for healing. [The dhampir shifts in his seat, a bit of his own scar peaking out from the fabric of his shirt. Quietly, he indicates the extent of the wound.] Maybe more. Maybe a life time, so it feels like starting fresh.

[But at least someone now understands.] You probably would. But then you'd have some time to breathe before addressing it all.