home is where the sleep is

She dramatically rolled her eyes at that. “Am I your demon, Wilder?” She asked, remembering how frightful he'd been the last time he'd made advances on him. He shuffled around, perhaps realising sleep wouldn't be granted to him. He took a moment to answer her question, but his hesitation was telling. He didn't seem to really believe it either, but was hesitant to speak bad about his home. Fair enough, maybe.


“Well, I don't believe it.” She declared, climbing on to the bed and sitting at the edge, Wilder against the stone back. “But maybe… between the two of you I'll learn enough to kick Warlord-ass and find myself dead or promoted. that'll solve it, right?” She glanced at him with a teasing smirk.