“I will observe them,” Serge replied, at Eli’s mention of the fractious state of things. If he had to shadow groups instead of one group, fine. “You will inform me if trouble is forming among these groups?” he asked then, a rare thing for Serge to actually do. Usually he gave an order or stated his own intent and did what he planned to do, but for this? He’d have to rely on someone among the ranks, and Eli was his best chance.
Eli paused for just a second, thinking about that. He didn’t like the idea of reporting back something that might be private, but a fight between the groups was something different. He gave a sharp nod, deciding that would be for the best, if it came to it. “Sure,” he said. “I think things should be fine, so long as the leader of one doesn’t try to take control of the others.” He knew how he felt about taking orders from anyone other than Jack-- he’d fight back, and hard. He didn’t know how he’d come to accept Jack as his leader, but he had, and he was sticking to it.
Serge had a flicker of a smile at that, nodding his unspoken thanks. “Never assume things will be fine,” he cautioned, willing to leave it at that for the moment. Sure, he could’ve done more; could’ve looked into Eli’s well-being in adjusting to his new changes, or asked about the others. But Serge didn’t. It wasn’t his place. Corey would tend to Eli’s health, and Serge would tend to hers in turn. He’d find out who was more than human, watch them close, and rely on Eli when he had to. Otherwise? The younger man would have to live or die by his own choices. “Thank you,” Serge added belatedly, “For speaking with Corey. She deserves no less than the truth.”