It shouldn't be deadly. Or- it would be to a puny mortal, but once it's neutralised the silver your healing should save you the worst of it. You'll be out of it for a few days, and you're going to feel like shit, but you won't die. And you'll be able to breathe. And with any luck your throat'll be healed up a little before you start coughing all of this shit up.

[ He takes jars, inspecting each one for a moment before putting some back and lining others out on what space remains on the desk. Alucard will have seen all of the jars before at one point or another - Trevor's been certain to keep him informed about Belmont things being brought into his home - but one looks very much like any other. They're all dried plant matter, or things preserved in various oils. The ones he's selected are a jar of small dried flowers, another of what look to be cut roots, and a bottle of thick, clear, slightly green-tinged liquid.

Once he's found what he needs, he approaches Alucard again and holds out another knitted doll. Sadly Damien doesn't look nearly as distinctive as Godbrand, so it's hard to see the resemblance in potato form. ]

I'm going to the kitchen for a moment. I'll need to boil some water. Anything you need, before I do?