Beth considers the question--the one that sounds like it actually needs an answer, that is--and, after a moment, shrugs. "You're too real for that."

It's the other stuff that sounds like a story, anyway, the monsters. The past is something real, even if it's distant. But even coming from a world of risen corpses, vampires are hard to believe in. Dracula's too smart for a dead thing.

They're at the mess tent, but the smell of groats isn't especially appetizing at the moment. Beth accepts a bowl reluctantly from the kitchen staff on duty, glancing around in search of an empty end of a table.