[Alucard watches Trevor's hand carefully. He has to sit on his own so he doesn't try to help. There are moments when his arms twitch, compulsion to help. Because this is forcing more pain onto Trevor, and he shouldn't be doing this.

But here they are. Trevor doused in annoited oil, Alucard repelled, and injury making the matter too complicated.

Once Trevor's done, Alucard gets as close as he can. Observes the work, then nods.]

Okay. I'm going to start sewing. You need to stay still, because this is all mental for me. I can't hold you steady.

[The needle floats up out of the sterlized water. It dangles over where the work must begin.]

Ready?