Serafina knew what Azrael's job consisted of. She knew of the blood on his skin some nights that he returned to her, even though she often pretended to merely not notice it's existence. She knew what he was and what he must do, just as well as those reasons why their very relationship was so particularly clandestine. It wasn't as if she went out of her way to stay under the Dark Hunter Council's radar. Quite on the contrary, assisting with those more...nefarious orders her dingy little store received should have made that visit from them unavoidable. Serafina had long ago begun to suspect Azrael had something to do with that, the man often overlooking her own indiscretions in the same way she did his. It was, perhaps, a peculiar way for a relationship to function and yet, in spite of all odds, it somehow simply worked for the strange couple. Serafina knew exactly what sort of situation she had stumbled upon as she stood on the wharf. She had, of course, contemplated intervening to save her fellow witch and yet...her sense of comradery with her species had never been very strong, to begin with. It was a rather selfish desire that prompted her voice to call out over the wailing of the wind, a simple desire to be with her boyfriend after those ghasts had invaded her own home.

The very sound of her feminine tone seemed to prompt an immediate shift within that encounter she'd stumbled upon. Azrael quite near seemed to freeze in place, the very sort of reaction that almost pleased her, if she was honest about it. She watched as he pivoted in place just as she placed her own hands on her hips to clearly signify some faux annoyance with him. Well, that wasn't true. She was annoyed that he hadn't been in her bed last night when she had expected him to and yet, peculiarly, now that she found where he was and her ghost was already dealt with, those very irritations had somehow lessened. Her stormy-grey eyes drifted towards the fallen witch at the sound of Serafina's accusations, the girl's voice quite nearly as dubious as those claims - as if she could hardly believe it either. Serafina's gaze quickly shifted back towards her boyfriend at the sound of his baritone voice shouting over the wind that howled so fiercely, his very hollering accompanied with an intrepid gait. For all his abrasive demeanor, she rather enjoyed seeing her Hunter at work, it certainly served to show off his virility. Even despite her silent observations, she was quick to throw those words back at him, her voice nearly a shout in rebuttal. "I KNEW IT!" And yet, with each step closer her irritation fizzled.

Her gaze turned upwards towards him as Azrael paused in front of her. That weight of his hand upon her hip prompted a small twitch of a simper across her sweetheart lips. It was those very lips that Azrael kissed in those moments after, that display of affection far more chaste then she would have preferred and yet, given their current company, she was willing to let that gentle brush of his lips remain entirely sweet. His voice was a soft whisper as he commented of that morning. A soft sigh left Serafina's lips as she eyed that grin upon his features. "It certainly is morning." The girl responded with a measure of bluntness. Whether or not it was good, however, clearly remained to be seen as far as she was concerned. She enjoyed the sound of that chuckle on his lips, that stubble brushed against the smoothness of her cheek as he gingerly kissed her porcelain skin. The young woman leaned forward ever so slightly, her forehead gingerly brushing against his chest. How she adored the scent of her Azrael. God, she was turning into a sap. A small simper crossed her features at his muttered assurance that she looked good in his shirt and yet, she was still rather remiss as he slowly stepped away from her, only to vanish and reappear at the very side of the dock, leaving Serafina to deal with the witch. Grreeeeaaaattt.

With a renewed sense of purpose, the young witch closed the distance between herself and the woman her boyfriend had been previously harassing. Her own voice was distinctly commanding as she informed the woman not only that she needed to settle her emotions, but also the consequences that would surely come in the event she failed to do so. She watched as the young witch took in that breath, those very winds seeming to hitch with that brief placidity and yet, they were still not calm enough to Serafina's satisfaction. Serafina said little, however, as the young witch moved to stand before her, that small smile registering upon the stranger's features. Her eyebrow rose ever so slightly at the girl's admittance that she was still working on her control, even though Serafina herself had little room to talk. There was a day, once, when her own connection with her affinity was much the same. A pot of water that refused to boil due lingered upon her mind, even if her own incident was far more....localized. Her gaze turned from the witch in front of her at the sound of her boyfriend's gruff tone. Of course, there would be a time limit to this - why wouldn't there be? Nothing else had gone exceedingly well tonight. This was surely just the latest mishap in a veritable series of mishaps.

Those stormy-grey eyes fluttered back towards the girl, the woman clearly less than inclined to this idea with going home with them. Though, as far as Serafina could tell, she seemed perfectly healthy, well fed, nicely washed, and, most definitely, not in need of a home. "Don't worry babe, she doesn't want to come home with us." A small shrug crossed her shoulders, as if the opposing witch's insistence was enough for her to simply close off all avenues of mercy she might have given the girl. She heard that sudden breath upon the witch's lips, just as she could feel the slight uptick in the wind, her own element so astoundedly perceptive of any slight change in the gale, the very pressing of her turbulent seas was akin to a scream against her affinity, her connection with them so innately strong even though Serafina kept her gift to herself, for now. Serafina watched as the witch peered up at her, only to admit almost meekly that she couldn't control that great gift that was, quite literally, at her fingertips.

For a long moment, she simply stared at the witch in front of her before she reached out, placing her hands upon the witch's shoulders. Her stormy eyes were intently settled upon the woman, as if she intended to impart upon her some great wisdom. "That..." She started, her voice slow and steady, "....sucks for you." Serafina nodded firmly, only for her hands to fall at her side before she stepped away from the witch, purposefully moving towards her boyfriend as she called over her shoulder. "Find yourself a mentor and get home before some other hunter comes along and there's not another witch to save you." She paused, her gaze turned towards her very oceans. "And you, still." That singular word was filled with her own affinity, those waters that surrounded her quite suddenly shifting, turning as motionless as a mirrored surface. It was distinctly rare when she utilized those gifts in front of Azrael but, tonight she was certain it was warranted. At least there would be nothing left behind of the unruly wind should the witch decide to linger for a bit. Serafina was rather certain her job was done, the girl hardly even pausing for a moment to consider taking the witch under her wing. Quite on the contrary, she merely turned her attention towards Azrael to offer him a small shrug. "Dealt with?" She inquired, as if inquiring if that was enough to see them return home.

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