(Warning graphic depiction of violence)
The large demon sighs in relief as he relaxes. She peeks out from behind my arm as she gets a good look at him. Her expression was one of confusion,
"You don't die, but you have bad backs?" Tilting her head as she leans out of my arms now. She reaches for the tea and really tastes it. This time her eyes widened, and a smile appeared. Her worry seemed to waver. "This is delicious. Thank you, Mr. Grendel"
"Mister? Makes me sound old." He straightened up chuckling, "You're welcome and yes. I was doing something stupid and something just didn't get healed the right way or sometimes not at all." He leans forward and clasps his hands together, letting out a large sigh, then looks at her with a big smile. "È ciò che è."
"It is what it is." I transla
