[ Lisa is sitting on the edge of the well, hands folded in her lap, gentle and calming even in air thick with the smell of burning flesh. She looks at the body in Alucard's arms with concern, and the flames and the clawing and the breaking all stop dead in her comforting presence. There is only Trevor, lost and broken and gasping for air, and she stands and places a hand against him, burned flesh becoming whole again as she does. ]
He's hurt, isn't he? Give him to me - just lay him down on the ground. Let me see to him.
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[ Lisa is sitting on the edge of the well, hands folded in her lap, gentle and calming even in air thick with the smell of burning flesh. She looks at the body in Alucard's arms with concern, and the flames and the clawing and the breaking all stop dead in her comforting presence. There is only Trevor, lost and broken and gasping for air, and she stands and places a hand against him, burned flesh becoming whole again as she does. ]
He's hurt, isn't he? Give him to me - just lay him down on the ground. Let me see to him.