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Furea sighed when Henry sat down and handed her a cup. "Demons and rage are definitely not strangers.. especially with fire demons. Although, fire demons are more prone to blood lust." she said bitterly. She took a sip of her water. " At least you have an idea of who your family is.... whenever I asked about my grandparents on my father's side, he'd just grumble and avoid the subject. Then again, it's probably best if I didn't know..." she stared hard at the wall. After a moment she pulled out her pendent from around her neck. She ran her fingers over each detail. The fire stone had some sort of family crest carved into it along with writing underneath. It was demonic writing so she couldn't read it, but it didn't matter. As long as she had it with her, she felt safe. "I'm going to sleep as well. Goodnight." She leaned against the wall and tried to drift into sleep, but she wasn't having much luck.