[Alucard almost opens his mouth to be a little bit ruder back. It is his stomach audibly growling at him to a) not do that and b) take the damn food. Twelve hours is unacceptable and under normal circumstances he knows that.

The dhampir exhales softly.]

Apologies. I'm...you know. [Stressing himself into an earlier grave.] I probably should eat.

[He should probably clean his hands first. Alucard turns around, dipping his hands into a bucket of mostly clean water. It isn't ideal, but it gets enough of the grit and grime and mortar off his hands that he won't be devouring rocks for his next meal.]

I won't say no to the help after though, if you don't mind getting dirty. Stone repair isn't clean work. [Moreover:] Are you going to make me sit as well?