"You can't have her, she's already dead".
The little girls voice sounds genuinely happy about killing whoever Ijora is here for.
"Pity uncle, at least you still have Yuit as an excellent 'Disciple'".
He hums a little after his soft chuckle.
Basil sounds just as cynical as when I first heard him.
I smile at the thought of taking his head, I need a tactical nuke.
Heela tightens around me, and I scratch her back softly while we listen to the conversation.
It isn't much of a conversation as Ijora is as silent as a lamb in the darkest of nights, just like Heela.
"Speaking if disciples, give me Milk".
"I need Milk".
"Where is Milk"?
"Give me Mi-".
The demon himself seems to be summoned with a thought alone, and the next words nearly make me spit out a laugh.
"Malady, malady, malady".
"What ails you"?
Heela suddenly squeezes me really tight in mid laugh, and it really hurts.
