[ The speakers are grateful. They offer payment in the form of herbs and their own crafts, fur blankets and bone hair combs and instruments - far more of them than other caravans might have, and it's only as Alucard leaves the wagon where their sickly member rests that he hears the argument, so far as it is an argument at all. A stern female voice trying to convince someone to calm down and- ]
He's here. My husband. I want to see him. Let me see him. [ And the next word comes out awkwardly, as if something freshly learned. ] Please let me see him.
[ Sure enough, antlers still only half-grown back, Trevor is there. He looks about wildly, eyes moving over Alucard several times but never managing to rest on him. His wings flick about in agitation, and the woman seems very insistent that he not do that where the outsider can see. ]
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He's here. My husband. I want to see him. Let me see him. [ And the next word comes out awkwardly, as if something freshly learned. ] Please let me see him.
[ Sure enough, antlers still only half-grown back, Trevor is there. He looks about wildly, eyes moving over Alucard several times but never managing to rest on him. His wings flick about in agitation, and the woman seems very insistent that he not do that where the outsider can see. ]