the end is nigh - what a relief

Demon? Sebastian blinked a couple times, a shake of his head as if either would bring clarity. His mouth opened and closed a couple times like a fish. Lost for words, grasping at threads in his mind to say something. Anything. Preferably something sane and relevant. And not just mirroring her words. Because now he really was sounding like confused idiot.

Not that he wasn't that in this moment.

It was, hopefully, at least easier to speak now that he was decent. Relatively speaking.

Does your demon... often speak in such a manner? Probably not the question he should be asking. Especially since the whole demon thing was a bomb in and of itself. Sebastian realized he probably should have asked her at some point about the whole spirit situation. He was not unaware of the situation mages had been put in when the Veil came down. But then, could one really walk around asking what passenger was forced upon a mage?

Sebastian felt the tension rising again in his body. She'd left because of this demon? Hurt me? Aoife, you could never hurt me... he said, voice quiet and a frown tugging his lips downward. Suddenly he found himself feeling more awkward than when he'd realized his state of dress - or lack thereof.

Was this a moment for comfort? Suggestions? She'd already said Bethany had a go at her for things, he didn't want to pile onto that. Though it troubled him she ran off rather than tell him what was going on, allow him a chance to help... somehow. It wasn't as if there weren't plenty of other mages about in Starkhaven that could offer aid in some form or another. In fact, he knew many of the mages surrounding the First Enchanter wore specially crafted amulets to keep the spirits and demons at bay. Perhaps... perhaps he should seek the other man out and inquire on Aoife's behalf.