Seria watched him carefully, studying him for a moment. "I won't change my mind, you know. It doesn't matter what happens." she guessed he was thinking something along those lines. "Regret is a particularly useless emotion. It does not change the circumstances, nor does it do the slightest good to remedy anything. It simply drags you down and clutters your mind with pointless things such as what-if or if-only." she said in a matter-of-fact manner before giving a shrug. "Either way, I'm not foolish. I knew the moment I saw those vampires chasing you that if I intervened, even if it was for my own good and not for yours, I might get caught up in something deadly. I made my choice and I'll stand by it." she went on but left it at that.<br/><br/>She listened to him as he spoke, studying him carefully as she did. She could kind of understand the feeling of not being fully one thing or another, but stuck in between. That had been her life. Of course, her's had been for the better, as it had made her stronger, not weaker, but she understood the feeling of not being accepted by either side. Her mother's family wanted to use her and her father's family had never known what to say. Most witch's tended to keep their bloodlines pure. They married within the coven, when possible. She wasn't pure on either side, but a mix of two covens. Her magic, too, wasn't "pure" but she could use both family's general focus of magic. She couldn't tell him she understood because she didn't know what it was like for that "impurity" to cause weakness. Her's made her stronger, which was perhaps why neither coven truly accepted her.<br/><br/>She gave him a look that resembled understanding as she pushed the thoughts from her mind. She stared across at him thoughtfully for a long moment before she finally spoke. "Then perhaps what you need is an ally to assist you in your plight. Perhaps you don't have to be alone in your fight, hm?" she mused, although she didn't specifically offer to be that ally, she figured it was, perhaps, implied. She had already gotten herself into this, she might as well see it through. Besides, she had never been one to turn away from someone who could use her help, whether or not they asked for it or admitted to needing it.<br/><br/>She saw the look in his eyes that was neither resignation nor determination, but perhaps something else. Acceptance, perhaps. It wasn't surprising. If your life has always been one way and shows no promise of changing anytime soon, it would be hard not to accept the reality of the situation. She thought she saw something else somewhere in his eyes, but she couldn't quite place it, so she left it alone.<br/><br/>She could go to work tomorrow, that was true. The vampires couldn't get to her during the day, so she didn't have to worry about that. Tomorrow was her early day, anyways. She would be home well before dusk. Another thought lingered in her mind, however. She brushed it aside for the moment and chuckled. "No, I suppose not. I do rather prefer you with all of your skin in tact. " her tone was almost playful and her smile somewhat coy as she glanced his way, tilting her head as she did. "But what, might I ask, makes you think that I find you appealing at all?" she questioned innocently as she casually leaned back against the couch.