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[h3]Eastern Yharnam, relatively near the Hunter's clinic, at the top of the elevator[/h3]
[I]Invalid?[/I] Victor thought confusedly, awkwardly shooting a glance at the woman while trying to not look at her. He wondered if the suggestion had offended her somehow, as if them carrying her would have belittled her somehow, which he supposed might have been true. Being carried like a child probably would not exactly be the best thing for a person's pride... it was just unfortunate that pride got in the way of practicality.
He hoped that them taking a little bit longer to get there would not needlessly endanger the new Hunters at the clinic, but ultimately their mission was to protect Adelicia, not the Hunters. The Healing Church could always make more Hunters – a small injection and a nap, and anyone could become one – and there were more of them at the moment than he figured there had ever been, but Blood Saints were rare, took years to nurture, had a high chance of failing, and a single saint could invigorate and empower many Hunters to perform beyond their own powers. The special properties of Adelicia's blood, from what Victor had heard, were probably especially valuable... for more than one reason.
Victor licked his lips at the thought, feeling somewhat hungry. He decided that once they had gotten their hands on the new Hunters and gotten them and Adelicia to somewhere more defensible, he would have to find something to eat before joining the hunt. He was in the mood for a nice, bloody steak.

“As you wish,” he agreed, averting his gaze from her entirely. The urge to run as fast as he could flooded his being, urging him to rush ahead with everything he had and participate properly in the hunt, but he resisted the urge and instead set into a measured jog, moving north parallel with the guardrail marking the edge of the plateau. As Hunters he and Raine could keep up that pace indefinitely if need be, and both could easily double or triple that speed before starting to tire themselves, but they had to match their pace to Adelicia's. If she could not keep up they would have to slow down...

[h3]Eastern Yharnam, outside the Hunter's clinic[/h3]
A few minutes later the trio arrived at the northern end of the plateau, their path further north blocked by a building perpendicular to the row of dwellings that had filled the area to their right, at the eastern edge of the city. It was merely a single-story building with wooden walls and no windows, and – worryingly – an empty or unlit censer beside the door. To their left, past the edge of the plateau, was an even longer fall than where they had ascended with the elevator; looking down, it seemed that it was probably around an eighty meter (262 feet) drop to certain death, and the environment down there looked a lot less pleasant than it had at the elevator, with it being mostly ruins, trash in the streets and a general state of disrepair.
It took a moment before Victor realized what he was looking at; they had gone far enough north to be above the unclaimed parts of old Yharnam, which still bore the scars of the plague, the purge and the Night of the Blood Moon it had had to endure. It was a dangerous place to be, especially on a Night of the Hunt. Another reason to keep one's distance from the edge.

The door to the clinic had been left open, he saw, which deepened his worry... and from the inside, he thought he heard sounds of a struggle.