[Trevor had managed to get his bearings back quickly, once the spell over the two of them had dropped away, but Sypha hasn't yet picked her head up; she's still considerably shaken, so overcome by the weight of Dracula's compulsion that she can barely seem to gather up the words to speak. Even now, she gives off the impression that whatever was done, she's still reeling from it, feeling it like a physical burden to be overcome.
But she fights to find words, and she whispers.]
If he does what you want. If he lets you keep him safe the way you see fit. When you have done it...will it have made you happy?
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[Trevor had managed to get his bearings back quickly, once the spell over the two of them had dropped away, but Sypha hasn't yet picked her head up; she's still considerably shaken, so overcome by the weight of Dracula's compulsion that she can barely seem to gather up the words to speak. Even now, she gives off the impression that whatever was done, she's still reeling from it, feeling it like a physical burden to be overcome.
But she fights to find words, and she whispers.]
If he does what you want. If he lets you keep him safe the way you see fit. When you have done it...will it have made you happy?