"Hardly." Her son isn't here, and that's not an insignificant fact- if they could leave, they would have. The presence of certain family members and the increasing awareness of the second war complicates matters, but the simplest answer is no, no one can leave yet, and Narcissa wants to.
Despite the bitter taste of the word in her mouth, she does make an effort to gentle it slightly - not to snap it at him. She'd want to know much the same thing, she supposes, in his place. (She hopes, fleetingly, that he's not of LeMat's world. Knowing their fates there is hard enough without being forced to face them as inevitabilities.)
"My husband works with the Hellsing guild, for the time being, that's why we're here in Sobek Croix." It's the village equivalent of a supernatural cop bar, this place; Lucius is lucky he caught his own wife's alternate and not one of the agents. Magical threats are sort of why they exist. "I'm sure Moody would find it some terrible irony."
no subject
Despite the bitter taste of the word in her mouth, she does make an effort to gentle it slightly - not to snap it at him. She'd want to know much the same thing, she supposes, in his place. (She hopes, fleetingly, that he's not of LeMat's world. Knowing their fates there is hard enough without being forced to face them as inevitabilities.)
"My husband works with the Hellsing guild, for the time being, that's why we're here in Sobek Croix." It's the village equivalent of a supernatural cop bar, this place; Lucius is lucky he caught his own wife's alternate and not one of the agents. Magical threats are sort of why they exist. "I'm sure Moody would find it some terrible irony."