He does not know what to think of that, what to make of it. Some petty, childish part of Rhy wants to protest, wants to point out that Alucard is the one who left him, that Rhy never would - never would have. But he knows that's meaningless right now. Alucard is feverish, not thinking straight. Not thinking of that, certainly.

"I won't leave. Everyone seems to be getting sick, anyway - there's not a single good time to be had out there." He makes his voice light again, frivolous. Truthfully, he wouldn't leave even if there were, not with Alucard like this. Rhy doesn't know how to help him, but he's certainly going to try.

"Come on. I'll help you to your room."