[ Talk. He can do that, probably. If not then it's not for the pain, but for the fact that he hasn't left work mode in far too long to remember how to talk about anything else. ]
[ There are two spells. One to move you about, and one to protect against this shit. I- must have drifted off for a moment, broke the second one. I'm sorry, I- it's the most basic, stupid kind of fuckup.
Sypha nudges Alucard's hand aside as she prepares to clean, sew and dress the cut. It's not even a fraction as bad as the original wound from Carmilla was, and just a little better than the last time Alucard accidentally pulled his stitches. A lot of blood, which always makes things worrying, but not the world's most difficult fix.
(He catches himself calling it a 'fix' in his head, like he's another of the cars.)
He holds his breath for a moment, gritting his teeth as Sypha begins the first stitch. He has nothing left to talk about, already. All he really had was magic talk and self-deprecation. ]
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[ There are two spells. One to move you about, and one to protect against this shit. I- must have drifted off for a moment, broke the second one. I'm sorry, I- it's the most basic, stupid kind of fuckup.
Sypha nudges Alucard's hand aside as she prepares to clean, sew and dress the cut. It's not even a fraction as bad as the original wound from Carmilla was, and just a little better than the last time Alucard accidentally pulled his stitches. A lot of blood, which always makes things worrying, but not the world's most difficult fix.
(He catches himself calling it a 'fix' in his head, like he's another of the cars.)
He holds his breath for a moment, gritting his teeth as Sypha begins the first stitch. He has nothing left to talk about, already. All he really had was magic talk and self-deprecation. ]
I- what do you want me to talk about?