[The centaur works with careful hands, his magic unfortunately a thing that runs warm. Not hot, gods no, but warm enough to fill things in. It's a little like having Sypha's fingers brush against exacting spots, layer after layer after layer, and so it does.

Alucard keeps a hold of Trevor's hand, his eyes on the restraints, then Trevor, and then the restraints. A pattern to make sure all is well, but this is okay. Trevor communicated what was needed, and they were able to provide. That's a blessing in and of itself.

Then Chiros' hand withdraws, there's a soft snort. It's matched by a whine from Ellis, whose nose is finally overwhelemed.]

That should be it. But we'll let you rest half an hour before inspecting the work.

[The ice melts away. Alucard walks over to where Trevor's head rests, and there. A kiss, fleeting, to Trevor's lips.]