Jazrael could see movement aboard the small vessel, but she did not come to realize that the figure had noticed her until he called out to her. She stood as he approached her, not necessarily on guard, but feeling much better than she would have had she stayed seated in the manner she had been.
She opened her mouth to affirm that she was not worried about her own well being when it seemed that he had picked up on such of his own accord. Her eyes flashed black for a moment, though the action was masked by the darkness of the evening. With a tilt of her head she gave a half a grin, as though to speak ‘guilty.’ She kicked back and forth the idea of becoming a bit more on guard - was this man hostile? It didn’t seem that way, and she gave him the benefit of the doubt.
”Can’t say that I have,” she answered, in response to his question of whether or not she had seen. Jazrael realized that he hadn’t stood around waiting for her answer, instead he had made his way towards the gates of the cemetery. He was clearly intent on finding this young man he had described.
After a moment, after deciding she had nothing better to do, Jazrael turned and proceeded to follow the man. She passed through the gates of the cemetery much in the same manner he had, though her movements were lithe and near silent as she passed over the ground.
Still a bit behind him, Jazrael momentarily paused as the scene unfolded before her - an undead creature seemed to have broken through the soil, grasping at the man’s leg. She had paused, bringing herself to the decision on whether or not she should act to assist him, or let it unfold on its own, seeing how it would play out. Before she could make her decision however, it seemed that he was rather capable of taking care of himself, as whatever he had done with the small bell he carried.
She could not hear a sound, but she certainly felt something rush through the cemetery. She could not place it, nor did it really affect her, but for a moment she felt a bit uneasy. The feeling subsided rather quickly, nearly as fast as it had come on, and she fixed her attention on the man. The hand that had grasped at his leg had fallen limp, and it was clear that whatever magic he had cast - something she was rather unfamiliar with - had been intended to affect the undead. As she was not technically a living creature but she was not a member of the undead, it had only caused the unease she had felt, and not the full effect.
As the man called out to the boy he was searching for once again, Jazrael took a few steps closer to him. ”Listen,’” she said as she made a movement to address him, realizing that she had not yet learned his name. ”Does this boy know that you’re looking for him? And if so, does he want to be found?” she asked him. ”Perhaps I can help you search the area for him, but I sincerely doubt that a stranger such as myself would coax him out,” she added, sounding contemplative. ”Perhaps if you told me your name, I could inform him that I’m helping you look for him?” she added. ”I’m Jazrael,” she continued, offering her own name in exchange for requesting his.
After the exchange, she shifted her weight from foot to foot, tilting her head to one side. ”Why exactly are you looking for him, anyway? I mean, I heard what you said about the writings but that makes no sense to me. Can you give me the abridged version?” she asked. It was clear that there was an important reason, and if she was going to take the time to help him look for someone, she wanted to know why.