Almost certainly. Have you ever tried to sew up your own shoulders? Fucking impossible.

[ He says with the air of a man who definitely has tried to do that.

They're closer than he thought. They must be, for the road to be so clear of the telltale signs of destruction. Unless Dracula orders them there specifically, the horde won't move through Belmont lands. Not even years later. ]

Almost home, huh. Maybe a day's ride away, now.