The silent witch was hardly oblivious to the distinct care displayed by the gruff, ill-tempered Were within her shop. Where he was once there had once been yelling and demands was now filled with an unexpected gentleness as he placed the Warlock within his arms upon her workbench. It was clear there was some sort of intimate relationship between the two. After all, they hardly seemed to be related by blood. Unfortunately for him, however, Serafina cared distinctly little for whatever bond existed there. Love was a fickle thing that was easily decimated, at least according to her. Her manicured brow rose as Serafina regarded the blond all but begging her to save his companion from the poison that clearly wracked his system and threatened his very soul. A soft breath left her lips, the young woman huffed as she agreed, only to insist for payment first. How many, after all, declared they wouldn't pay when her magic didn't go their way. Too many thought witchcraft was some miracle cure-all that could raise the dead and cure every imaginable illness. If only they knew the costs of what they asked for...if only they cared.

In truth, Serafina hardly anticipated him to agree to the amount she demanded as payment for her services. Frankly, she doubted he had that kind of money in the first place. This was, after all, how things often went. Some sort of bartering took place to convince them to give her more than they had originally expected while still letting them think they had gotten some sort of steal compared to the initial price she had placed upon her goods. She turned towards the large shelving unit on the wall, plucking several jars off the wall with the expectation that his silence was him contemplating how much he could get his hands on. It was the sound of the Were's voice that drew her gaze back towards him, only for her stormy eyes to stare at him in a subtle look of surprise. He knew her name. And seemingly was willing to pay an astronomical price for her magic. Hm...stalker much? She remained silent, staring at him as she listened to the one sided conversation between the man and....someone named Bugles Aaron? What an odd name. It only took a few moments before he pressed the red button on his touch screen, only to look up at her expectantly.

The coldness in his tone was palpable, though Serafina hardly seemed phased as she reached for her own cell phone, her fingers tapping across the screen to open up her banking app. She eyed the number on her checking account, the young woman hardly capable of fathoming she'd been able to con someone out of that much money so easily. She'd have to tell her boyfriend of this amazing sale she'd just made! No, wait. Azrael would probably be less than pleased with her...maybe she wouldn't tell him...a soft sound of contemplation left her lips as Serafina placed her cellphone down, a warm feminine simper flushing across her fair features. "Very. Now let's see about your boy, hm?" Serafina started to pull open jar after jar, crushing and mixing various herbs and tinctures. The room itself became filled with a distinctly earthy scent - a cloying one laced with the heavy smell of magic. The witch was comfortable in her element, sure of herself as she brewed that potion that began to swirl in mythical colors before her eyes - at least until she poured the final concoction within two different sized vials. The liquid turned a shimmery, depthless black upon hitting the glass, only to cool near instantly at room temperature.

"One for the Warlock and one for his bird." She commented, handing the larger vial towards the stranger. "You'll have to help me, they both need to take it at the exact same moment. It will cleanse him of everything....and I do mean everything. He'll be pretty sick for a few days so be nice to him, you know...chicken noodle soup, rice porridge...all that." She waved her free hand in the air as if the gesture summed up those easy on the stomach dishes she spoke of. "Ready?" She inquired, reaching to force the unconscious bird's beak open. "Make sure to pour it all in. One...two....three!"

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