[ Trevor’s eyes widen in horror as the lid lowers once again, but the scream doesn’t come until Sypha places her hands on the side of the metal box. The air fills with the smell of burning flesh. The scream continues until it breaks into something closer to a wail, and then it ends. Hands shaking, lower lip bleeding from biting down on it, Sypha asks Alucard to remove the man.
The bleeding has stopped when the man is freed from the box, but the burns are a problem of their own. For a while, it’s difficult to say if he’ll live. The collective knowledge of Sypha’s caravan has them float him in a mixture of cool water, yew ash and salt, always with someone watching to see that he doesn’t get his mouth or nose bellow the water and drown. Eventually he can be moved to a bed. Sypha stays when her caravan moves on, and the castle returns to its usual, better guarded place.
It’s a day or so after that before he wakes for more than a few seconds. ]
...she-.
[ It’s so quiet, if it were Sypha here rather than Alucard it’d be completely inaudible. It’s hard to say which ‘she’ he’s referring to- Sypha, perhaps. ]
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The bleeding has stopped when the man is freed from the box, but the burns are a problem of their own. For a while, it’s difficult to say if he’ll live. The collective knowledge of Sypha’s caravan has them float him in a mixture of cool water, yew ash and salt, always with someone watching to see that he doesn’t get his mouth or nose bellow the water and drown. Eventually he can be moved to a bed. Sypha stays when her caravan moves on, and the castle returns to its usual, better guarded place.
It’s a day or so after that before he wakes for more than a few seconds. ]
...she-.
[ It’s so quiet, if it were Sypha here rather than Alucard it’d be completely inaudible. It’s hard to say which ‘she’ he’s referring to- Sypha, perhaps. ]