Ciri! [He snaps his gaze over to her. It's a lost lesson that being rude gets people nowhere, apparently.] Please.

[Actually, he wouldn't mind her sharp tone and impatience with anyone else, but Alucard is his friend and... a bit flighty, if he were honest. She is right, though. Whether or not the dhampir deigns himself able to help them, they're going back into the desert. Searching for something they could have missed.

Flighty. Perhaps he was being a little generous with that, when he realizes Hector won't meet his eyes. He only just holds back a sigh himself; it would be too frail, too brittle. His heart is already such a fragile thing right now.

Enough so that his brows turn down as Alucard changes, looking even worse than the last time he's seen him.

Gods. No wonder he stayed the wolf.] The direction he's gone. If someone was with him. We found his camp, but it was -- [And here he hesitates, fingers rubbing together, curling into fists. The memory is still fresh and raw, the blood of it still wet.] There were bandits picking through it. We hoped there would be something else. Something you could find.