There was a quiet routine that Seras had grown to apprciate, after Millenium’s devestating attack on London. Scalding tea was shared during the crisp dawns, reconstruction was done throughout the day, and - only sometimes - there was a visit to Integra in her study late into the nights. She had once quietly mentioned that Seras was free to leave the organization if she wanted, but in truth: Hellsing had become Seras’ home. And more – Integra had become her family. Seras worried about her, at times, unobtrusively. Integra had joined the ranks of many that was not easily released from duty, or from dark dreams at night. Instead of fussing over the traumas of the past days like many in the service of London’s other bluebloods were wont to do, she kept a watchful eye, and a welcoming hand. And from the the soft smile Seras recieved at times, it was an effort not in vain.