That makes sense. Richter instead beckons, mouthing as clearly as he can, so his lips can be read. It's safe. The dark presence has settled elsewhere. It's still there, but it's not nearby.

Meanwhile, a large white cat appears in the door, ears perked up. It's been a while since Sara saw Richter in the castle, but as she has the soul of a vampiric peer to Dracula, she can smell his blood from a mile away, practically. Calmly she approaches, before resting a paw on his shoulder and peering under the bed herself at the scared little boy.