[There's another squeak. One squeak for yes, two for no, three means I'm cold, four for hunger or thirst, five for some other emergency. The cold is terrible, and Alucard's body is far too small to deal with it.
Rather than use the glove as a wind blocker, Alucard crawls into the glove itself, all but burrowing there so that he is both comfortable and safe. It's ideal until they can get into the inn and enjoy an actual bed.
There's whatever the bat version of a sigh is next. He's happy enough.]
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Rather than use the glove as a wind blocker, Alucard crawls into the glove itself, all but burrowing there so that he is both comfortable and safe. It's ideal until they can get into the inn and enjoy an actual bed.
There's whatever the bat version of a sigh is next. He's happy enough.]