[She doesn't take her eyes off of him, while he works. She can't, and it might just be the first time since the ordeal with the necromancer that every last thought of it leaves her, just for a second, because of how utterly preoccupied she is with the sight of him.
The skin is still purple-yellow with bruising around her ankle, where the manacle had sat for a week. She presses her hands against the edge of the tub, wishing it were easier to grip, and keeps her eyes on Alucard instead of on the sight of her own body.]
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The skin is still purple-yellow with bruising around her ankle, where the manacle had sat for a week. She presses her hands against the edge of the tub, wishing it were easier to grip, and keeps her eyes on Alucard instead of on the sight of her own body.]
Tell me when.