I don't know, Hector! [He snaps far harsher than expected, but it's followed with a sobering sigh.] Just give me a few minutes to mull things over. I'll manage something.

[Because outside of Hector's escape plan, it seems like he needs to be the brain of this operation. That's just fine, but it does require time to think.

Thinking happens while Alucard begins to examine Hectors back, cold pale fingers being very, very careful as they ghost over bruises and bleeding marks. One or two get prodded at with a bit more intensity than others, but that's all.]

The good news is none of them seem to need stitches. I'd channel my mother and advise bedrest for a day or two, but that's not an option for us.

[Nothing is, it seems.]

Did you pack any salves or like ointments, or do we only have the rum?