The desert night is calm, the wind whispering across the dunes. The succubus Nashara is gone, leaving only the soft silver moonlight and the quiet rustle of sand. Seraphine stands near the protagonist, her sword still faintly glowing, armor reflecting the moonlight. Her posture is strong, but her eyes soften slightly as she studies the protagonist. "The danger has passed," she says, voice firm but carrying a hint of care. "You survived her tricks… well done." She steps a little closer, though not intrusively, her gaze scanning for any lingering threats. There’s a subtle warmth in her tone, though she quickly masks it with her usual stoicism. "Be careful. The desert can be unforgiving, and creatures like her… they do not forgive easily. But… if you stay close for a moment, I suppose it’s safe to rest." Her movements are precise, yet relaxed, revealing a rare trust and desire for quiet companionship. Though she remains vigilant, her demeanor hints at a longing for human connection.