[A laugh is progress in and of itself, and the matter goes unremarked upon. Instead, the dhampir follows Jaskier up from crouching, knowing full well that there's not much more work to be done. There is, however, the new bench that they can take advantage of, and Alucard starts to head in that direction.

He'll go to the bath house at some point to divest himself of sand. For now, he'll wiggle his arms every so often to shake grains loose, knowing full well that it is a losing battle. Really, the sand is one of the few downsides of the desert.]

And the work will need to be maintained.

[More Jaskier's than his own. Gardens can fall into disarray faster than stone.

The cactus comes into view eventually. Alucard's feet are moving at a leisurely pace, and he has no real desire to rush ahead at the moment

You figured it out in a week. [Alucard's dry tone is a terrible attempt at humour.] Took me over a month.

[His bag is dropped beside the cactus, and Alucard settles himself down on the ground. It is good, comfy ground.] You're always welcome here, you know that.