What Rhy feels immediately is defensiveness. What right does Alucard have to ask that question? Rhy's affairs are his own because Alucard decided they should be. He doesn't get to ask that. He doesn't get to care.

But he bites down on that, though it takes an effort. Alucard is not well. It's increasingly obvious that in addition to his illness, he's not thinking right. Not thinking clearly. Rhy hears the dishes rattle and that's another piece of proof, another reminder that he can't react rashly, no matter how much he wants to.

"There's no one." He can't keep his tone from becoming curt, but at least he mostly manages to keep his temper under control. "You need rest, and I don't want to get sick."