Your- oh. Oh! [ She looks at the wolf, then hurriedly puts it back down on the bed, straightening the sheets. ] There. Back to normal.

If this works, we retreat. We can retreat for as long as we need to, if we can keep anything from leaving the castle.

[ That's the only compromise Trevor can offer. If they get a miracle, then they can retreat and regroup and make sure they're ready to face Dracula. ]

If it fails, we break shit and try to get out alive. We have twelve days' rations left- that's- eight? Yeah, eight - if you need to eat. But if you know the way, I'm guessing we're looking at a matter of hours, not days.