[She can't raise her arms very well, but if she could she'd have them up and open in a silent plea to be gathered up; as it is, she has to settle for just sort of leaning in his direction while her eyes turn back to Alucard, searching for any sort of sign that the feeding is working, that his shallower wounds are starting to repair themselves because of it.
They're not done yet. They're so, so far from being done. They still have to get Alucard out of here, get him upstairs, reclaim Dracula from wherever he'd gone, leave in the car...
There's so much still to do and they're so far from being out of the woods yet.]
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[She can't raise her arms very well, but if she could she'd have them up and open in a silent plea to be gathered up; as it is, she has to settle for just sort of leaning in his direction while her eyes turn back to Alucard, searching for any sort of sign that the feeding is working, that his shallower wounds are starting to repair themselves because of it.
They're not done yet. They're so, so far from being done. They still have to get Alucard out of here, get him upstairs, reclaim Dracula from wherever he'd gone, leave in the car...
There's so much still to do and they're so far from being out of the woods yet.]
I don't know what else to do for him.