[He nods. He nods to show that Sypha is heard, and then both of Alucard's palms rest beside the sigil itself. It's letting Trevor do the work of understanding how, exactly, any of this functions, and then Alucard's hands are moved back slowly. He's powered by magic right now, which means that he cannot risk being consumed by it.
Trevor must work. Alucard's focus must be practical. It aches to see that dried blood on his face, to see her sluggish, to see what feels like a dying fire instead of something burning so bright that he can only bask in the glow.]
Have you been given food and water?
[What it really means is how much strength does she have?]
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Trevor must work. Alucard's focus must be practical. It aches to see that dried blood on his face, to see her sluggish, to see what feels like a dying fire instead of something burning so bright that he can only bask in the glow.]
Have you been given food and water?
[What it really means is how much strength does she have?]