[Alucard catches Sypha's eye over Trevor's shoulder. He nods once, the universal this is actually really bad sign. Then Sypha's off into one of the trunks, because of course they packed a book of medical notes. Alucard compiled them early on, meant to take care of these exact troubles for when the two were on the road.]
This isn't fussing.
[But Alucard does sit, and he puts his arm over Trevor's to prevent the man from putting his head there.]
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This isn't fussing.
[But Alucard does sit, and he puts his arm over Trevor's to prevent the man from putting his head there.]