[ The worst of the damage from Dracula's wards has subsided, and Trevor is not yet whole, but is at least regaining body parts instead of slowly losing them. His ribs are back, which is always good, and all but one of his fingers. His wings are more whole than they were before, though still ragged and unsuitable to carry his weight. The eye hasn't quite started to recover yet. There's a wooden box of larvae in their hiding place, ones that Sypha managed to buy from a fisherman. Some have cocooned already, and with any luck he'll be able to add them to himself within the fortnight.
The magic holding the door barred lowers when Alucard knocks, just for long enough to let him inside. Trevor is alone there, for now, with his wooden box of what will eventually be parts of him. ]
She's at the church, to see if she can overhear anything. [ He doesn't get up. He seems agitated, but that's more concern for Sypha than excitement about Alucard's presence. ] She's safe, for now. She doesn't smell afraid.
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The magic holding the door barred lowers when Alucard knocks, just for long enough to let him inside. Trevor is alone there, for now, with his wooden box of what will eventually be parts of him. ]
She's at the church, to see if she can overhear anything. [ He doesn't get up. He seems agitated, but that's more concern for Sypha than excitement about Alucard's presence. ] She's safe, for now. She doesn't smell afraid.