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[reposing]

[Sometime after the Escort Missions are completed, Alucard speaks up on the network, sounding weary.]

I loathe to ask this of any of you, though I respect any who wish to decline my request. If you accept, know that I am incredibly grateful for it.

I require a bit of blood, if you have it. I know not all of you do. I will not accept it from someone who is ill.

Should you wish an explanation, or have further questions, I will answer them. I am open to discussing on methods of bloodletting if you would consider to donate it to me.

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[tolight]

[ She sends a location to her quarters at Doro's castle, or something. ]

I'll see you there.

[ ... And she's there, once dusk sets. Most of her usual armor shed, even if she has literally no idea what she's doing ( but it's ... necessary, she'd like to believe. To help a teammate. ) ]

[reposing]

[Alucard eventually arrives at or something the designated location. More cleaned up before, but still rough around the edges, wounds unhealed but not preventing him from moving with any visible discomfort.

Hesitantly, he knocks.]

Lucina. May I come in?

[tolight]

[ Getting the door isn't the hard part. ] Oh, Gods—

[ Her eyebrows immediately furrow at the sight of Alucard, opening the door to let him in. ] Are you alright? I had thought— [ It would have been treated already. By this point. ]

[reposing]

[Alucard looks oddly embarrassed, tucking some hair behind an ear and glancing away.]

I will be fine. Because I hunger, my wounds are not healing as well as they could be.

I didn't mean to startle you.

[tolight]

[ She takes a moment to digest that. ]

If that's the case, we have little time to waste. [ The door shuts, and frankly, with much more bravery than she feels at the moment— ] Shall we?

[reposing]

Of course.

Simply know that I am more thankful than I can properly put into words, Lucina. You have been kind and understanding. I did not imagine I would have friends in my life again.

Please, sit. Get comfortable.

[tolight]

[ She raises a hand, waving his gratitude away — but her smile is kind. ] Please — it's the least I could do, after your help. [ On multiple accounts.

But with that, she sits. Back straight, hands on her lap, but... sitting. ]

[reposing]

I would never hesitate to come to your aid. And this... this means more to me than I can properly place into words.

[Reaching out, Alucard gently pushes her hair back away from her neck. He murmurs his last words of thanks before he leans in.

When his fangs prick into her skin, it is only slightly different than needles sinking in. Once blood comes to the surface, he slowly begins to suck.]

[tolight]

[ It takes her a minute to really understand the gravity of his words. Because she had done with the wish to help, because it's what teammates did— but this isn't something to be taken lightly.

Not that she gets much further than that — unknowingly, she tenses the moment her hair is brushed away ( some part of her is proud that she didn't move ). Nearly hisses once his fangs break skin, except swallowing down the noise seems to pay off.

Tension dissipates, and it dissipates quickly — her shoulders relax, and whatever wariness she had seems almost... foolish, now. ]

[reposing]

[As she relaxes, Alucard braces a hand to her shoulder, helping to keep her steady as he drinks. He sighs a little, relieved, and wishing he didn't feel that way as he's unable to escape what he is.

Slowly, his wounds begin to mend themselves visibly. Eventually, he draws back, licking his lips.

Reaching out, he tucks some hair behind Lucina's ear.]

I am fortunate to have found such a friendship with you. [In his other hand, he offers a silk handkerchief.]

Stay sitting, and let me fetch you some water. How do you feel?

[tolight]

[ The neck stings, but it's nothing she's not used to; she's more curious about the way that his wound seem to close up in front of her. She's seen her fair share of magical healing, watching soldiers being brought back from the brink of death, and yet—

This is different, isn't it? Ever so slightly. At his compliment, she only smiles — maybe a little more freely given than it normally would be. She takes the handkerchief with a small thank you, pressing it down on the bite mark with little thought. ]

... [ Her eyebrows furrow, for a moment, before she glances up at him. ] Is there something I should be feeling?

[reposing]

Perhaps a little lightheaded or calm. Normal, depending on the amount of blood loss.

[From an elegant pitcher, he pours her a cup of water, holding it out in offering.]

Others have been known to have other various reactions.

[tolight]

[ The handkerchief remains on her her neck, pressed down, while she takes a small sip of water. Expression thoughtful as she considers the reactions. ]

... I suppose I should be more alarmed, given the circumstances. [ But she's not. The question is how much of that is from him, and how much of that is actually her.

She doesn't dwell on the thought for too long. ] How often do you need to drink?