the demon hovering around the much younger one circles them like a scarf, and mira’s reassured by what saima says. they wave a hand at the smoke draped around their shoulders.
❝ m’ mom. ❞
“A pleasure to meet her, and you of course.” A nod of respect and greeting towards the pair of demons. “Seems nice to have that kind of guidance around on a regular basis.”
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