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[Alucard's wolfy eyes follow Vi's movements as she examines the extent of her injuries. The smell of blood is obvious to his nose, and frankly that is a problem in and of itself. The wind may be still for now, but if it picks up, the scent might carry and invite predators.]

Rrf.

[Hungry? No. But he will trot over to take a cursory sniff of the meat. It may be giving away the game to shake his head no after the smell test, but there's something more important that needs to happen first.

The wolf stares up at Vi and lets out a soft snuffle, and then begins to walk away. It is as a direct follow me as the wolf can communicate.]

[ the food in her hands declined, she tucks the fleshy meat into her own mouth, not balking at its rawness. like a lobster without the brine. she contemplates her choices as she watches the wolf clearly try to guide her, inclined to be untrusting... but it approached her, bloodied, without so much as taking interested, cursory sniffs at her wounds. it must have the smell of her blood already well in its senses, and maybe it's intelligent enough to lay a trap for her — ]

[ but what would be the point of that? it could take her right now if it wanted. with a sigh, she fastens her pack back over her shoulders and begins the treacherous task of standing. ]

Alright, I'm comin'. You better be right about this. [ talking to an animal in the desert... maybe this world has driven her crazy already. her steps are clumsy and limped, ginger on her clawed-up thigh, a hand clenched in her trousers to keep the rough fabric from abraiding the cuts. humility is a forceful thing, and her pride is even more injured than she is. ]

You won't tell anyone, will you, wolfie? [ who knows how far of a traversal this is. ]

[For a little while, the wolf just walks along in the desert. It seems to know where it is going, and every so often, the wolf turns back to ensure Vi is keeping pace. There's silence otherwise, even as they approach a rocky outcropping.

Except it isn't. The sand covers the exterior walls of a courtyard painted the same color as the sand, the only indication of someone living there taking the form of a small fire pit. With a soft snuffle, the wolf crosses into the courtyard proper.

Then the wolf is gone. A few steps sees him transform with no effort at all, replaced with Goldilocks of all people.]

Come in, I have a first aid kit for the damage you just took.

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[ the distinct humanness of where the wolf takes her isn't lost; Vi wonders at the history of the place as one hand reaches out, fingertips grazing across the carving in stone. she'd think they were ruin, but they seem fastidiously maintained, lived and loved. ]

[ she almost misses the change in atmosphere and flurry of fur and hair, questioning her peripherals — and then dead on, as she stares openly at the man she'd previously met in Nocwich. ]

You, [ is all she manages for a moment, voice lain with the barbs of accusation. she looks — confused, pissed maybe, and definitely like the last remnants of her pride have gone away as quickly as the wolf did. ]

You did that on purpose. [ boots have dug themselves into the ground, trenched and unable to move on from this fact. ]

I was already in that form. I chose to retain it because something told me that you'd have refused help if I barged in as a person.

[Alucard shrugs off the threat of accusation, retreating further into the cave to get the kit in question. He moves and flames flicker to life in the cave, housed in small glass bowls and tall jars, the whole place decidedly cozy given that it's the middle of the desert. He turns a corner, and there is the sound of things being moved about before he reappears, holding a roll of bandages and a small jar.]

Please don't insist you can see to this yourself. I already can tell the angle is a bit odd, and it'll be less painful for you in the long run. You can sit where you like, House.

[ not even enough time to get out her objections before he smooths them over, his voice part whisper and part lull. the heart of her continues to insist on obstinance; logic and assorted body parts dazzled by pain begrudgingly convince her otherwise, watching him trek deeper into the abode with an insolent sort of disbelief. she grits her teeth and claims a cushion on the floor, deeming it something one might be less concerned about getting stained in blood. ]

[ with a vampire living here, hard to say how much of it these sands have seen. ]

You sure you're not just trying to get in my pants? [ delivered sly and bratty but it's hollow, like she doesn't believe it either — another attempt at wrestling leverage, to knock him off-rhythm. twisting to sit on her good side, she presents the outer thigh that had taken the blow; the cuts have spliced her repurposed military slacks open big and garish, leaving them accessible to treatment with a little maneuvering or tearing. she'll decide later if she should put them to the stitch or flame. ]

...Live alone out here? [ how quickly she reaches for another distraction. ]

Because having someone bleed on my floor after they've snapped, insulted, and otherwise been rude to me is a turn on.

[The note of hollowness is not lost on Alucard, but he'll ignore it for the sake of making the interaction normal. Or as normal as it can be all things considered.]

I do, yes. Being away from the city is a luxury.

[A true enough statement, although it's mostly because Alucard did not grow up around people. He doesn't voice that. Instead he considers the thigh, and flinches a little at how badly it is beat up. The first aid kit is placed aside for a moment, and he gets up only to return with a bucket of water and a wash cloth.

There's no warning as to when soap and water hit the wound. They just do, and Alucard knows it'll go over so very well.]

The sand needs to come out first, I don't trust it not to have gotten rubbed in.

[ ...well, it wouldn't be a deterrent for Vi, but different strokes for different folks. she doesn't amend as much, grimacing at the expression on Alucard's face whether it's empathy or pity or something in between. she can't deny she needs his help still, even as she recuperates from the blow of needing it in the first place. ]

[ her mouth is open to say something more once he returns with the pail, but it turns into an open, toothy snarl at the first stinging wipe of soap and cloth. ]

Shit, ow?! [ how she can manage to make one syllable sound surprised, angry, and threatening all at once. there's a fist that's white-knuckling into the pillow beneath her. ]

Yeah I can see why you live alone, these bedside manners.

[Alucard makes a point of not responding to the comment about bedside manner. Frankly, he knows, and he is trying to concentrate. He doesn't linger with the soap either - just a few good wipes and then onto a cream that has no particular scent to it.]

This will sting too, but it will prevent infection.

[No further warning, just a cooling sensation to go along with a faint sting, and then the bandages. Alucard makes a point of working quickly. Vi's attitude is not winning hearts and minds.

Finally, he leans back, sitting square on the floor.]

Done. You should be able to move around without issue.

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