[ Carrying the others about the castle is usually a joy. Feels like a physical reminder that he's able to protect them, that he's needed. This sort of necessity takes away from it (if he could really protect them, they wouldn't need hauling from place to place due to injury), but there's a special sort of joy in this particular journey. He's been waiting to be able to do this for a week now.

The familiar closing narration to Sypha's radio show echoes down the halls, and it's both a relief and a pity that they havn't run into Dracula. A relief because thank fuck, and a pity because it would honestly be kind of funny to see his reaction to his son being bundled up in a Belmont's arms. ]

Solved your mystery! [ He yells when he enters the room. ] The victim was this fucker right here, the murderer was you, and I'm pretty sure the weapon was- I don't know. Kissing? This felt like it made more sense when I started talking, honestly.

[ But it doesn't really matter what he says, does it? Because he's approaching with their vampire in his arms, coming close to lay him down on the couch with his head in Sypha's lap. That's all that's really important. ]