Serafina was oblivious to the effect that her blood had upon the canine behind her. In fact, she hadn't even realized that her blood smelled any different from any one else's blood, not that she would have been terribly surprised to learn such, however. The life force of witches did tend to be unique in that regard. "This is true." Serafina responded with the smallest of shrugs, "But so could you have. Still. I am glad you didn't. Then I would have shot and you would....probably still be wounded. At least this way there is one of us to fix up the other." She was trying to look on the bright side, or at least, as much of a bright side as she could find. In this instance, it wasn't particularly hard if only because Serafina managed to walk away from the situation with only an annoyance at her side and that was certainly a bright side. The young witch pivoted on the balls of her feet with her mixture in hand, fully intending to subject the wolf to what she had created, weather or not the lupine actually wanted it was quite irrelevant at this point.

She effectively ignored the fangs bared at her, the growl doing very little to dissuade the girl's determination to apply her medication to the wolf. Serafina added the slightest bit of pressure to her touch, careful to ensure that she did so not upon the wolf's wounds as she struggled to get up. The witch certainly wasn't going to have her charge hurting herself even further, especially not when she took it upon herself to make her better in the first place. She ignored the growl on the wolf's lips as she massaged the goop into her open wound. Serafina hardly noticed the mixture of silver pouring into her flesh and was even more ignorant of the pain that it caused the wolf. What she was aware of, however, was the reaction the wolf hand, lashing out quite abruptly at her. Despite this, Serafina found that she was entirely unafraid of the wolf beneath her, it was as if she innately knew, somehow, that the girl would never harm her. It was a peculiar sensation, almost warm and fuzzy within her chest and for a brief moment her steadfast gestures wavered.

The moment was short lived, however, as a new sensation of resolve invaded her. She no longer owed it to the wolf to help her, somehow, she found that she needed to help her, she needed to ensure she didn't die upon her basement floor. She needed her. It was a strange feeling to say the least, especially since Serafina had never really had or needed anyone within her entire life. She was content enough to muse on the emotion for a while, if only because of how foreign it was. Unfortunately for her, the female's words interrupted her thought process. "Feel what?" She inquired with a hint of confusion to her soprano lyrics. After all, the wolf couldn't possibly feel the same way she was feeling....right? Right? "What are you feeling? I mean...all magic feels differently I guess but...." Her voice trailed off, a small frown marring her feminine features as she spoke softly to herself, "But this is certainly weird."

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