[ The back of the chair shifts and shudders, reforming to Thancred's whims and making it so that his wings can fit around it while still maintaining some amount of lumbar support.
It feels like he needs it, right now.
Much like he needs the cup of broth Alucard offers him. He takes it with a hum of satisfaction and sips at it almost instantly, eyes fluttering closed as the warm, comforting feeling soaks through him.
Although a moment later Alucard begins his explanation, and while it does all sounds like madness, Geralt had been clever in his approach. There is, however, a far more pressing question on Thancred's mind as he stares down at the mug of broth in his hand. ]
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It feels like he needs it, right now.
Much like he needs the cup of broth Alucard offers him. He takes it with a hum of satisfaction and sips at it almost instantly, eyes fluttering closed as the warm, comforting feeling soaks through him.
Although a moment later Alucard begins his explanation, and while it does all sounds like madness, Geralt had been clever in his approach. There is, however, a far more pressing question on Thancred's mind as he stares down at the mug of broth in his hand. ]
Is that... what this is?
[ Alucard Bone Soup? ]