[ He turns away from Alucard, just for a moment. Sypha's put down the book that she was absolutely only ever pretending to read so that the two of them could have the illusion of privacy. With the kind of sharpness of movement usually reserved for giving orders in combat he nods, then tilts his head toward Alucard. And then moves across the cushions and rug to lift him.
And then he moves, so that he's sat with a chair behind him supporting his back (sure, he could just sit in the chair. But he prefers the pile of cushions. And logistically, the chair won't work for this). He puts Alucard down in his lap, pulling him tightly against his chest and surrounding him as best he can. Where he cannot, because he is not quite broad enough to fully wrap himself around an adult man, Sypha is there and her frame is small but her unseasonably warm robes are long and baggy and between them they can surround Alucard entirely so that they are the only things he can see or touch. ]
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And then he moves, so that he's sat with a chair behind him supporting his back (sure, he could just sit in the chair. But he prefers the pile of cushions. And logistically, the chair won't work for this). He puts Alucard down in his lap, pulling him tightly against his chest and surrounding him as best he can. Where he cannot, because he is not quite broad enough to fully wrap himself around an adult man, Sypha is there and her frame is small but her unseasonably warm robes are long and baggy and between them they can surround Alucard entirely so that they are the only things he can see or touch. ]