"Right... okay." [ Compliant, Leon lowers himself to the ground to where the towel had been placed. The impending doom of the world on the other side of the portrait haunts him as he rests his head. He worries that his absence may undo the very fibers of the future in which he now exists. He looks not at Alucard's face, but at the long locks of hair that fall around it. ]

"My right shoulder, down to the forearm. Left thigh, from the hip bone to the knee." [ The main sources of his agony, aside from some perhaps now crooked ribs. ]

[ He shifts on the floor for a moment before offering a small, blue vial from somewhere in his coat. ]
"Holy water. You can use it, so long as you're careful not to get it on yourself. I don't think I'll turn this way since whatever I was fighting wasn't a vampire, but we can't be too certain."