Faerie lights & Demon's Fire

It felt odd to be home after leaving the island, anxiety ate at her and she wasn't quite sure of the mood she would find the demonic king in. Would he know she left the island or had he been too busy hunting? Faerie lights twinkled everywhere as she walked, though she wasn't sure if this was good or bad as all of them stayed silent. It lent to the already spooky feeling that had developed in her chest. She needed everything to be alright, as she wasn't ready to die just yet. Azariah looked up to find Umbra, but the raven was no where to be seen, and the young witch felt vulnerable even with her skull mask firmly in place. Perhaps she should not have waited until dark to come home, but she had herbs to gather. Surely the demon king could understand there weren't enough on the island to keep her stores up. He had to understand...