Hopefully she'll wake up soon. It'd be nice to have something to call her other than just 'plague lady'.

[ Not that giving one's name to him would be the best idea in the world to someone who doesn't know how bad he is at fairy-ing. But at least he can have a fake name to call her by. He sets the cloth down. He doesn't really like looking at the imperfect work, and it'll be a relief when it's shredded into bandages. And so he turns his back on it, scooting over to Alucard's table to sit by his feet. Watching his hands, how they're bony in places and acid-marked in others, with that shiny burn scar along one. ]

Is it easier now?

[ Touching he means, not that he's giving any indication that that's what he's talking about. ]