[ He goes quiet, at that. He doesn't like where this just went. He stands and collects the jar of poultice - a mixture of clay and something floral-smelling that dries hard and grey. Enid's verdict - and he trusts her, because she's clever - is that medicines are only food if they're taken by the mouth. Poultices and ointments for the burns are Not Food. He places it next to Alucard, and returns to silence.
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[ He goes quiet, at that. He doesn't like where this just went. He stands and collects the jar of poultice - a mixture of clay and something floral-smelling that dries hard and grey. Enid's verdict - and he trusts her, because she's clever - is that medicines are only food if they're taken by the mouth. Poultices and ointments for the burns are Not Food. He places it next to Alucard, and returns to silence.
For a little while. ]
Do you want that? I can- find a fire for you.