[Alucard understands much of the movement is probably due to any blood being in Trevor's system. Trying to make heads or tails of this is hard, and he hates that he's struggling to make a logical determination.
Not like this is enough. Alucard reaches for the blanket that's draped over the back of the couch, and he wraps it over Trevor's shoulders for nothing else to do. He doesn't know why. It just feels appropriate.
But he can only go on Trevor's words. That was what his mother said, that at the end of the day you have to rely on the patient to describe things and make the best call on that and additional examination.
He's trying so hard.]
It may be a combination of both.
[That would make sense.]
Do you feel any sense of magic? Or is it more a sense of person?
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Not like this is enough. Alucard reaches for the blanket that's draped over the back of the couch, and he wraps it over Trevor's shoulders for nothing else to do. He doesn't know why. It just feels appropriate.
But he can only go on Trevor's words. That was what his mother said, that at the end of the day you have to rely on the patient to describe things and make the best call on that and additional examination.
He's trying so hard.]
It may be a combination of both.
[That would make sense.]
Do you feel any sense of magic? Or is it more a sense of person?