[She's not...well, not yet, but she's better. Some aspects of healing come more quickly than others. Her forearms are scarred but mostly recovered by now; she's graduated from bandages to soft cloth guards that fit from her elbows to her wrists to help protect the still-tender skin from subsequent damage. She still does badly in rooms filled with long-cast shadows, but that's been easy enough to remedy. More and more now, the boys are allowing themselves to leave her alone, rather than hovering solicitously at her side. That's how they managed to create this whole great mess to begin with, she knows, and is irritable about it, but doesn't mention it aloud.
...Much.
Alucard is deep in the recesses of the library when the glass shatters, which is why Sypha is the one to overhear it. It also comes from the direction of the kitchen, not the library, which means the sound can't be Alucard to begin with, which means —
Which means it's Trevor, and Trevor isn't supposed to be up, but apparently he is.
That's the revelation that makes her hasten her pace, hurrying through the corridors until she makes it to the kitchen and can pause in the doorway, startled and taken aback at the sight of Trevor on his hands and knees, and glass and water all over the floor — a milky way of sharp-edged danger gleaming on the floor between them.]
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...Much.
Alucard is deep in the recesses of the library when the glass shatters, which is why Sypha is the one to overhear it. It also comes from the direction of the kitchen, not the library, which means the sound can't be Alucard to begin with, which means —
Which means it's Trevor, and Trevor isn't supposed to be up, but apparently he is.
That's the revelation that makes her hasten her pace, hurrying through the corridors until she makes it to the kitchen and can pause in the doorway, startled and taken aback at the sight of Trevor on his hands and knees, and glass and water all over the floor — a milky way of sharp-edged danger gleaming on the floor between them.]
Trevor...!