[ Speaking is- difficult, within the wards, when not instructed to. He nods, pulling himself up to his knees and slowly, steadily pushing himself back from the clinic. By now, he's starting to leave a trail of dead moths behind him, which is new and upsetting. He can feel his own antlers in the wards, and if Alucard hadn't already explained the way things were, perhaps that in itself would be enough to communicate even to him how unwelcome he is at this building.
Once he reaches the gate - thankfully he left it open and doesn't have to touch the iron of it again - he is gone in a (rather too small) cloud of moths.
At daybreak, the forest is quiet. About nine tenths of Trevor is there. His wings end abruptly in ragged edges, one of his hands is missing two fingers and one of his eyes isn't blinking and is a pearly white instead of blue. His clothes hang in a way that suggests a chunk of his chest is absent. It'll heal with time, but he can no more walk through the wards unharmed than Alucard could walk through molten silver. ]
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Once he reaches the gate - thankfully he left it open and doesn't have to touch the iron of it again - he is gone in a (rather too small) cloud of moths.
At daybreak, the forest is quiet. About nine tenths of Trevor is there. His wings end abruptly in ragged edges, one of his hands is missing two fingers and one of his eyes isn't blinking and is a pearly white instead of blue. His clothes hang in a way that suggests a chunk of his chest is absent. It'll heal with time, but he can no more walk through the wards unharmed than Alucard could walk through molten silver. ]
Is she alive?