As Vaerion had hoped, Asuriel slept through the entirety of the first meeting. He set up her beanbag behind his chair, laid her on it with a comforter, and let her rest, carefully monitoring her wellbeing. Her sleep was peaceful, which was a relief to the devil. She was becoming quite the handful.
Once the first meeting was over, there were a few hours before the next, so the pair had some free time. He decided to try feeding her something substantial enough to keep her body working through the rest of the afternoon. He called the twins and requested they bring chicken soup and herbal tea.
When they arrived, Vaerion attempted to rouse Asuriel, only for her to reawaken in the same dissociated, delirious state as earlier. She started to shiver in fear and muttered nonsensical things about death the moment her bleary eyes opened.
Nothing would calm her no matter what he tried – unless he told her that he was Jae.
