The young witch never would have counted herself amongst the ranks of those kind hearted souls that called themselves "animal lovers". In fact, even though her slender fingertips were massaging her salve into the wolf's wounds, she still was in rather blatant disbelief that she was even bothering with the mangy mutt. It was an inner war, a dialog of some innate knowledge that spoke of trust and certainty and the long lived hard wired, sarcastic, isolated persona that loudly declared she would have no part of it. In the end, Serafina could offer only the smallest sigh as the wolf leaned against her slender frame. Her lips pursed ever so slightly but the witch remained silent as the lupine contently closed her eyes. If there was anything that Serafina took particular pride in, it was her potions potency. She might not be able to manipulate the elements that surrounded her. She might not be able to fend for herself very well but at the very least, she could hold life within her hands and sometimes, that was enough to ignore the gnawing knowledge of utter disappointment that she was daily reminded of. He had made her into a witch and she, in turn, had been utterly useless after all in most regards - regards that, for once, were not this.

She stayed silent as the wolf vocalized her feelings, feelings that left Serafina entirely unsure of how to respond. She certainly didn't deserve any of the wolf's trust. She'd never been needed before, she'd never been that...valuable to anyone and frankly, she was almost immediate to discount it, if only from her long complicated history. "It's just the medicine kicking in." She muttered softly, her bedside manner effortlessly sliding into place to protect the witch from emotions she was unsure she wanted to be vulnerable to. She listened the girl's words, her metaphorical voice becoming heavier with each syllable. It wouldn't be long now. She never finished her sentence till she slipped off into a peaceful dream and cautiously, Serafina slipped out from under her heavy head. She stood over the wolf for a moment, her hand running through her long ebony locks. Frankly, she wasn't sure what to do with the lupine now...but the mutt needed sleep and Serafina still had herbs to dry from her adventure into the forest before her mentor awoke in the morning. It had been a long night and, regrettably, it seemed that there was an even longer one ahead of her.

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