Devil, devil

After watching the demon king get slashed across the shoulder, Azariah disappeared from view for a moment. She moved to a nearby stash site, one of several she had been making around the island, dipping some dewy horsetail out of her stores, it was starting to dry, but still useful. She appeared once again as the bear began to fade under the devil, though there was no surprise to be found on her skull-masked face. As she noted the silent summons she trotted forward with her bright silver bell jangling away on her chest,  looking first to the scratches on his shoulder.  "I brought this to fix those. I hope you can be a good patient and lay on your side...I can fix it faster." Giving him a smile with the herbs in her mouth, she hoped he would lay down for her. Umbra cawed softly with caution in her tone, making Aza humming a growl, Lucifer wouldn't hurt her. He had given a promise, and she would kill him if he broke it. She expected the same from him if she ever broke her word to him, it was how she operated.