Haunted Wood Bad Kind of Butterflies

"Of course it's not wrong, Serem dear."
Everyone would be scared of love at some point, maybe some part of it was guilt after Vengeance.
Maybe it was hormones. Who knows, but it was Serem, and Vanity was only so good at looking after others.

"Remember, if he does shit just scream or something I'll murder him," she winked, chuckling softly. She knew Serem would dismiss her at the moment, but maybe her offer would be useful some day. 

And with the remark, and a wink, Vanity was off on for border patrol, wondering what wonders she'd find today.