[Alucard knows that if he focuses too hard on the damage, all the tenderness of the past waking hours together will disappear in another snarl of rage. They don't need that right now, now is about Sypha and seeing to her needs.
He sheds his own clothes quickly. They're pitched in the general direction of the hamper (which is overflowing, because guess who does the laundry and guess who totally hasn't done it for a week). It is an embarrassment how messy the house is, how chores have gone undone, and that is that.
There's too much of a contrast between his own form and what Sypha has suffered. (Suffered, and he hates it. A week of damage. They don't know what the scars shall be on her body, and when they heal, they'll be kissed over every time.)
So he pulls her back to him so that neither of them can dwell on the contrast. Sure, one hand reaches past her in order to turn the faucet on for the tub but...multitasking. The vampire is good at that.]
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He sheds his own clothes quickly. They're pitched in the general direction of the hamper (which is overflowing, because guess who does the laundry and guess who totally hasn't done it for a week). It is an embarrassment how messy the house is, how chores have gone undone, and that is that.
There's too much of a contrast between his own form and what Sypha has suffered. (Suffered, and he hates it. A week of damage. They don't know what the scars shall be on her body, and when they heal, they'll be kissed over every time.)
So he pulls her back to him so that neither of them can dwell on the contrast. Sure, one hand reaches past her in order to turn the faucet on for the tub but...multitasking. The vampire is good at that.]