[ The wellwater is off limits, so Sypha improvises. She fills a pail with ice and heats it with fire until it melts, then hands Trevor a cup of it. It takes a few tries to successfully move cup to mouth, but he does manage to drink without aid, and that's an improvement over last night. ]

Shit. We're looking for a four century old vampire relic that's the one thing between Europe and a new Dracula with lower standards. And I'm here throwing the whole thing off by falling down.

[ Fuck. ]

Sorry.