[Alucard considers this. They're not far from the cave now, and maybe talk will fade out naturally once they're there. He breathes out, and when he does, his shoulders sag slightly.]

Thinning layers, or something of the sort. There's enough mysticism back home that likes to think of things in that way. It may be useful in starting to make sense of it.

[The courtyard is visible now. Alucard's eyes go over to Roach, and he huffs gently.]

I may have an apple or two for you as well, if I'm allowed to share.

[Alucard doesn't want to spoil a horse without permission.]