There was something sweet and comforting about Azrael's arms wrapped around her slender frame. It was as if he could shelter her from the very world at large - the one she so often eyed with confident fearlessness. Sometimes, it waned on her, the exhaustion of the things she saw that she never spoke of. Tonight was surely one of those evenings and yet, with Azrael's lips against hers in a chaste kiss of affection, she could let those misgivings of the evening evaporate. His gentle greeting was met with an almost blunt admittance that it was indeed morning, the woman ill-inclined to even grant the dawn as good in any fashion. She had almost forgotten that given the hour she'd been awoken, her own attire was far from its usual poised precision. Those pajamas of sorts she'd worn to bed consisting of none other than Azrael's own shirt. She had liked the smell of his cologne that still lingered upon it, as if she could fool herself into believing he was there in her bed when he was, in fact, not. That compliment he provided her resulted in a small simper upon her sweet heart lips as she leaned forward to rest her forehead against his chest in a fleeting moment of vulnerability.

Serafina was, admittedly, rather despondent that sweet moment had to end, the girl entirely willing to simply ignore Azrael's business altogether. She should have known that he would not. A soft breath left her lips as Azrael disappeared from her side only to reappear on the other side of the dock, leaving the witch quite clearly in Serafina's path. Sometimes, she hated his affinity for....well...whatever gave him that power to run away from her. Her lips pressed together ever so slightly as she approached the young witch, the girl well aware of things winds that so sharply cut through the air, twirling around the young woman in an almost protective fashion. In a way, she understood that connection the young witch had with her element. It near mirrored the early days of her own rapport with her water - it was connected to her, acting unwieldy because of her and the emotions that so afflicted her. Her efforts to calm the woman, however, seemed successful enough, the very skies seemed to turn far more placid, swirling instead in a far more affectionate, apologetic fashion. There, problem solved, and before Azrael's dreaded shift change.

Her stormy blue-grey eyes shifted from the witch in front of her at the sound of her boyfriend's voice, declaring she was not allowed to bring the younger witch home - as if she had any intention of doing that. She hardly said a word at the young witch's comment, much less Azrael's retort that she was lucky all she had received were a few threats. Frankly, Serafina was certain the girl had no idea how lucky she truly was. Though Azrael rarely spoke of his career, Serafina had an inkling of exactly how effective he could be. After all, he did not obtain his job as a member of the local council with idle threats. She was hardly surprised by Kathryn's announcement that she was hardly in control of her affinities - as if that wasn't obvious. Serafina's very announcement that such sucked for her only seemed to prompt the sound of ready laughter from Azrael and yet, she saw no reason to linger any longer. Instead, the girl called over her shoulder, insisting that it was truly best for everyone if she found someone to teach her that control she so clearly lacked. Her own affinity lashed out at that very moment, commanding the ocean that fell beneath her control to still. That very word from her near prompted an immediate reaction from those waters, prompting that once choppy tide to be as still as a glass mirror.

She closed the distance between herself and the Dark Hunter, inquiring if that problem was dealt with to his satisfaction. His nod was reassuring, if only due to the simple fact that Serafina wanted very much to return both to her home and the sweet embrace of her likely now cold blankets. His question on why she was out at such an hour, however, was interrupted by a sudden question from Kathryn, an inquiry that saw even Serafina pause. She turned ever so slightly, only to regard the girl with an almost blank look. "You...want me...to be your mentor?" She inquired with clear dubiousness. Her stormy gaze shifted from the witch to Azrael and back again, as if expecting some word of rebuke from him to leave her without having to answer at all. His silence, however, prompted a frown upon her lips before she shook her head ever so slightly. "I fail to see how I could be of any use to you. I have no affinity for air." She failed to leave out the parts where her own maker had also not shared her affinities, much less her strenuous relationship with the once man now ghost that still accompanied her when it suited him.

She was almost thankful, really, for Azrael's foresight to park so close to where they presently stood. Serafina was hardly looking forward to the trek back to her townhome in nothing but her pajamas. It was, she was sure, far too cold for that. What she didn't expect was for the Hunter's sudden show of kindness towards the clearly younger witch, even so much as offering her a ride back to wherever she lived. It was a rarity for the man, to go out of his way when she knew how he felt of the other species. Still, maybe it would look poorly upon him if she was found by whoever was taking over his shift. Thankfully, it seemed Kathryn was returning to the same part of town as they were, at least they wouldn't have to go too far out of their way. The young witch's sudden inquiry on why Azrael had spared her, however, caused even Serafina's gaze to turn questioning to the man at her side, at least, until a shudder ran own her frame. "Regale her as we walk." The girl muttered, at least hoping for the warmth of that Aston Martin's heated seats.

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