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It wasn't lost on her that she was asking a literal demon if he could look like one. Eilin had to ask, however. She knew a lot about full-fledged demons, having learned about and hunted them for years. Half-breeds? Those were a lot more tricky and truth be told, she had never known one before.

Well... She had known one, it turned out.

As Eilin watched Sverre, he almost seemed hesitant in answering her. She couldn't help but think of a stray dog that used to scavenge around the butcher shop near her childhood home. He would always retreat, whining pitifully when caught with a bit of meat in his maw, at least until the butcher all but adopted the hound and began to feed him well.

Just as Sverre seemed to resign to the inevitable answer, however, a distraction arrived in the form of a barmaid. From her perch on the bed, Eilin simply watched the exchange between the two. Sverre had always had an impact on the people he met. It happened in her childhood village and lead to her parents taking him in as their own, and it was happening here. Something about the exchange roused suspicion and unease in her heart, causing her to frown slightly even as the woman addressed her about having such a good friend.

Yeah, friend...

Eilin knew, however, how the situation looked to an outsider. Sverre did save her and bring her back, but what if it was all for some grand show?

And that was when it clicked. Had he known the demon that attacked her? Was it a trap and a set-up?

Eilin had to control herself as the older woman bustled out of the room, leaving them alone, and when Sverre brought over a serving of stew she took it without offering up any additional snark or opposition. Yet she was on alert all the same. She simply ate, for that is what her body demanded, listening as he offered up a response to her question at last.

"What is the demon form?" she pressed him. She had to admit, a part of her was pure curiosity. Yet another part was throwing warning signals up, gathering information, and trying to decipher this narrative that she could not logically piece together in her mind no matter how much she tried.