Serph lets Jack slip out and away from him, standing nearby and watching Jack in contemplation. It's not often he sees Jack quiet like this, lost in thoughts unvoiced.

He notices how the light of day brushes against Jack's hair, lending a faint glow to where they meet. He notes the curves of Jack's fingertips as they reach for his sister, reflection colouring skin as he approaches a tangent to the surface. He observes the planes of Jack's face, lines drawn sharp as he holds no smile for the werewolf in the water's mirror.

Quietly, Serph steps forward to crouch beside Jack, resting a hand on his shoulder, grip gentle but firm.