[This is good. Alucard has known from the past few months of dreams that to be in their arms is to be safe in a way that differs radically from his father's understanding of what it is to be safe. His arms go around them both too, a mess of arms and his hair threatening to tangle up too, making the thing an even greater mess.

But he can't avoid Sypha's eyes, and as he tries to do so, the collar of his shirt shifts just enough so that the tip of something dark and red and angry, a thin line of something, is there.]

All of the protective wards are within me. Doing so required a particular surgery that my parents....were in disagreement on.

[He had very, very much been asleep for that fight.]

It doesn't hurt. I promise.