Trevor's reflex and awareness were usually at a heightened state. Even if he was drunk and baffling about the countryside. Now, though, it was all the injuries adding up into the state he was in. Countless amount of days fighting up to Dracula, the cults afterwards, and eventually the hoards that would come down to Styria. He was even aware of his surroundings as Lenore pulled him along the way.

It wasn't until a large rock found its way into his side that he let out an uncomfortable groan.

An eye slowly cracked open to find the pale woman leaning over him. Red hair cascading down her shoulders. Honestly? She was striking in her own way. If only she didn't have fangs hidden away.

"...did you say something about a goat?"